there we were on the road again i think about it every now and then doesn t matter who wrote this one cause it s on tape and the song is sung every time i pick up a pen the same stories start flowing again at the touch she s still in my mind what can you do will the road it ever get to you i guess a home is only where you lie so take what you get and what comes later we ll just forget and the face is the same when he s scrounging for pocket change i can t help but laugh out loud to see your stupid face in the crowd and it takes me away every trick is the slight of the hand and you can t pull one over on this man cause he s seen it all before don t matter what you done cause he s done it before supposed to think you re not for me and all i need is to be free and the music will take them away what can you do will the road it ever get to you i guess a home is only where you lie so take what you get and what comes later we ll just forget it the face is the same when he s scrounging for pocket change i can t help but laugh out loud to see your stupid face in the crowd and it takes me away oh takes me away