The Road

Well its headlights, and white lights, and Black Tar Rivers

They're dragging me around this country as it withers

The billboards, signposts, standing in the way

Tell of the state of the nations, that we find today

And we play and we play and we play

To every day, every day

To every day

And in the front rooms of old towns far from the city

With beaten up guitars and hearts full of pity

The people gather round singing songs from everywhere

They're torn from the nation, left without a care

And we play and we play and we play

To every day, every day

To every day

And we'll rid the bloody world for a moment in a word

And we'll rid the bloody world cos

The words that you heard when you were young will always stay

The one's that always stay make the world go away

Warm night, clear sky, European town

Outside the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd

With open boots, violin, banjo and a voice

The exiled buskers are happy with their choice

And we play and we play and we play

To every day, every day

To every day