A Road Song

We're still in Wisconsin, as far as I know

today was Green Bay and tomorrow Chicago

I wish I was lying but there isn't much to report

My phone is dying so I got to keep it short

I just wanted to say, hey

I've been writing you a road song

It's a cliché but hey

that doesn't make it so wrong

And in between the stops at the cracker barrel

And 40 movies with Will Ferrell

I need some way to occupy my time

So I'm writing you a road song

I should hope you don't mind

I bought you a light blue

T-shirt last night

from some band I couldn't stand

but their logo was alright

And some kid threw a bottle on stage

he had an arm like a pro

I know it's getting late

I guess, I should let you go

But did I happen to to say, hey

I've been writing you a road song?

Don't run away, 'cause hey

I promise it won't be too long

And I know it's time what you'd call necessary

and I know that I'm no Steve Perry

and even if you roll your eyes and groan

I'm still writing you a road song

that you can call your own