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Been too long on the road
Always look so good on the outside
when you get to believinand' itand's true,
then you know that youand're on your way
people tug on your shirt, say youand're lucky
youand've got evand'rything you want, but you donand't
yet you dare not say
go downtown people runninand' around
they climb slowly dragginand' you downtown,
horns make a dent in your mind
plush rooms make a blindinand' your eye to see,
blindinand' me. light, lovely light,
wonand't yaand' shine in my window
love, precious love wonand't yaand' fill evand'ry room,
been too long on the road.
maybe cynics veins are my life blood
maybe bitinand' the hand that i feed so iand'll try
try to understand what it is that devours your freedom,
makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart.
all the things you planned
go upstairs with a someone who says she cares,
like the devil she does,
what comes ever into your mind?
then gone, leavinand' you with the coldest room,
oldest gloom. warm, wonand't you be,
please be there in my winter.
love, precious love wonand't yaand' come full circle,
been too long on the road.
how can i do this to myself?
have i taken leave of my senses?
what kind of changes make a man
want to tear down all his fences
whoa, iand'd like to know. home ever home,
how could i ever doubt you
love, precious love, how could i live without you?
been too long on the road.
Bread
Been too long on the road
Been too long on the road
Been too long on the road
Always look so good on the outside
when you get to believinand' itand's true,
then you know that youand're on your way
people tug on your shirt, say youand're lucky
youand've got evand'rything you want, but you donand't
yet you dare not say
go downtown people runninand' around
they climb slowly dragginand' you downtown,
horns make a dent in your mind
plush rooms make a blindinand' your eye to see,
blindinand' me. light, lovely light,
wonand't yaand' shine in my window
love, precious love wonand't yaand' fill evand'ry room,
been too long on the road.
maybe cynics veins are my life blood
maybe bitinand' the hand that i feed so iand'll try
try to understand what it is that devours your freedom,
makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart.
all the things you planned
go upstairs with a someone who says she cares,
like the devil she does,
what comes ever into your mind?
then gone, leavinand' you with the coldest room,
oldest gloom. warm, wonand't you be,
please be there in my winter.
love, precious love wonand't yaand' come full circle,
been too long on the road.
how can i do this to myself?
have i taken leave of my senses?
what kind of changes make a man
want to tear down all his fences
whoa, iand'd like to know. home ever home,
how could i ever doubt you
love, precious love, how could i live without you?
been too long on the road.
