On The Road

Five years old in kindergarten, wondering what I'd be

They told me I could go to space, try medicine or teach

But it wasn't till my eighth grade play when I scored the lead

I found my love of music filled an empty space inside of me

So I learned to play guitar, I learned to sing and write

I learned that silly love songs lead to sultry summer nights

But I couldn't help but feel like I was choking on the dust

Of a crummy little one-horse town, and soon I'd had enough

On the road, in a kitchen eating homemade meals

In someone else's home