The Road Songtext
von Om Unit

The road is unaware of the numbers in your postcode
Doesn′t care what you've achieved, seen or done
Next in line, heir to throne or the nation′s favourite son
The road will not come to you in visions in the darkness
Or send messages from above
There will be no warning of the journey on the road that lies ahead
Or alarm calls to summon you from the depths of your bed
Angels will not fall with dreams cradled in their wings
Choirs will not assemble en masse, serenade or sing
When the road comes calling it will find you when alone

Planets will not align to lead you to the zone
Of contemplative thinking where you talk and do nothing more
The road does not keep tally
The streets do not keep scores
Prizes won't be awarded
Medals won't be won


Call me darkness devoid of light
First born Jemima′s son
Vietnam raised, now residing in the East
Subject of the city
I′m the prophet of the beast
Who knows that who dares wins is the motto, nothing less
Carpe diem, seize the day
Count the minutes, use one less

The road is selfish and the road can be hard
The road can be long, the road can be far
The road will be in struggle
The road will leave scars
The road requires wisdom
The road requires truth
The road will never care about the fire in the booth

You can party all you want
But you'll never raise the roof
Until you take time to contemplate
The seriousness of the truth

How can you appreciate happiness
If you know not what sadness is
Or the beauty of the moment
In the prelude to a kiss
The anticipation of thought
Between conception and truth
My lips are loose