A Road Song

We're still in Wisconsin as far as I know

Today was Green Bay and tomorrow Chicago

Wish I was lying, but there isn't much to report

My phone is dying, so I've 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 forty movies with Will Ferrell

I need some way to occupy my time

So I'm writing you a road song

I sure 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's alright

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 say hey?

I've been writing you a road song

Don't run away, 'cause hey

I promise it won't be too long

I know it's not what you call necessary

And I know that I'm no Steve Perry

But even if you roll your eyes and groan

I'm still writing you a road song

That you can call your own