Testo di 'The Road' di The Finches

The road stretched out

A hand ready to shake

The hand reached in

To lead me from this place

My house, it yawned for my room

Was fool of waste

So I finally set my pace

Along the road

The road is pulling me

My home is wishing me away

The street-lamps beckoning:

"Come careless, swiftly

And stray,"

But gone, before I'm gone

I'd like for all my friends

To join up with me

In song

So

When I go

My friends can nod their heads

And say:

"We're glad she's moved on,"

Farewell, old comforts

So long, restful days

I'll carry nothing

For nothing can I claim

I will try not to

But I'll still forget your name

And I'll find another face

Along the road

And gone, when I'm gone

I'd like for all my friends

To raise up their heads

In song

So

When I go

My friends can nod their heads

And say:

"We're glad she's moved on,"

the road is pulling me

my home is wishing me away

The sidewalks whispering:

"Come careless, swiftly

And stray,"

So swiftly I strayed

But gone, when I'm gone

I'd like for all my friends

To raise up their heads

In song

So

When I go

My friends can nod their heads

And say:

"We're glad she's moved on,"

The road is pulling me

My home is wishing me away