Green Lights - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Here I am back on the road again

Don't it feel just like my old worst friend

The ne'er do well that a mother prays against

Jack Kerouac meets Huckleberry Finn

Yes I know the ways of this old friend of mine

You get you're good intentions misinterpreted every time

He said the road is long and winding but what he really meant

Was the comfort you are seeking will not meet you at the end

Yes we goin' like a fiddle tune

Don't even know what my feet are doin'

Hey don't fiddlers earn their pay okay

Green lights all the way to nowhere

Half the fun is in the gettin' there

And once you figure that out you're on your way

Oh it's hot out on the road today

No cover no cloud no chance for escape

'Cept that 18-wheeler on the straightaway

So I pull up match the speed and steal some shade

Yes I got me the gypsy virus

No cure for the ramblin'-itis

'Cept some asphalt and some days fine days

Green lights all the way to nowhere

Half the fun is in the gettin' there

And once you figure that out you're on your way

Well the road can give you fortunes that are yours to use or keep

Or it can take your very life if it lulls you off to sleep

So can any style of life or friend that you might choose

So bein' dead and friendless man that the only way to lose

Tomorrow shines like a gold doubloon

You could have it if you wanted to

You just have to hold your mouth the right way

Green lights all the way to nowhere

Half the fun is in the gettin' there

And once you figure that out you're on your way

Well I'd best be on

Well I think I'm on

Oh I'm finally on

My way