The Road Songtext
von Gord Downie

Were you all that you are up against
What a life, together and out and together
Down, up all night with our baby and
Trouble me, trouble me all night
What′s the main trouble?

In my road I hope all winter don't hold
Making our road a displeasure in trouble
I′m out making money and I plan on missing
Many things
Machines are somewhat suitable now

I suppose here we go permanent on the road
Here we go
Here we go
That's it


I suppose here we go permanent on the road
Here we go
Here we go
That's it

Hoping there will be a use for the past dream
Kept a bottle of memories and stuff
We can′t do anything, stuff I can′t figure out
And now there's no room for it

I suppose here we go permanent on the road
Here we go
Here we go
That′s it

I suppose here we go permanent on the road
Here we go
Here we go
That's it

I suppose here we go permanent on the road
Here we go
Here we go