Cicada Song Lyrics

I go down, I go down

To that warm and distant place

Walking through forgotten plains

I feel the bite of changing rains

The road roars a quiet call

And nothing matters when skies fall

My feet blister, my eyes clear

I see no sign of my home here

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I search for my home

On the open road

The open road

I walk down that gravel road

These walking shoes they have no home

I got a pocket full of stones

And a bag of muddy bones

Clouds clear, stars shine

The pavement worries my humble mind

Cicada sings a searing song

There is no rest till I find home

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I search for my home

On the open road

The open road

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I search for my home

On the open road

The open road

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I search for my home

On the open road

The open road

I search high, I search low

And anywhere that strangers go

To find a plate, to find a bed

To find a place to rest my head

I see now my big mistake

I realize my simple fate

From the delta to the shores

I will walk a simple fate

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I search for my home

On the open road

The open road

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I search for my home

On the open road

The open road

I roam from what I know

To ease my desperate soul

And I find that my home

Is the open road

The open road