Trash

Think it's gonna snow
I think I'll stay home
The thought of goin' out
Sends chills down my back bone
Look round the house
Lookin' for the past
I wanted too much more
And now look where I'm at
Look where I'm at
When the sun will shine
And I can see the grass
Bid you sayonara
And pack my tracks
I look around the bars
Check every show
Just to reconfirm that it's
My time to go
It's my time to go
Where's all the romance that I used to know
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road
Think I'm gonna stop
Think I'm gonna rest
Wicked man is tired
And he don't wanna jest
Get what I want
Say what I can
I guess it's no surprise
When I show up again
Show up again
Don't dig the food
I don't want the drink
I dry out in style
I waste all my ink
I'm checkin' out past noon
Bill me if you want
It's my disposition
As a wasteful savant
As a wasteful savant
Where's all the romance that I used to know
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road
Where's all the romance that I used to know
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road
Oh, oh, oh
Where's all the romance that I used to know
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road
Oh