In the shade of an old oak tree,
I had the selfish idea to go back to sleep.
But I fought every urge and I sat still and hoped to be free.
All the lies that I tell - they come back to me.
in a wake of regret that could sober me.
and redemption it came with the sun and the summer breeze.
I'd like to be out on the road,
with my guitar and one change of clothes.
and I'd like to be whole.
Last night I thought of calling you.
But the notion wore thin when I heard the tune,
that brought me back to those times in Lacey's room.
I'd like to be out on the road,
with my guitar and one change of clothes.
and I'd like to be
Somewhere my thoughts can breathe,
and troubles don't follow me.
The heavy ship goes down with the sea,
but my load is light and free.

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