You?ll end up crying With your mother's eyes Pretend you can?t see yourself Could have been better Could have been worse You could have been yourself
Donna found us in her slow and dreamy way I can't hear a word the waites says She's looking older now, the color of her hair She walks into the room too
Father My wings are clipped See the steps that made me trip Now I'm so lonely Mother Time's frozen flame Seem to linger in the rain Holding me only
We drove through the rain past the evergreen trees and we rolled just like the water along the veins of its leaves and we traced our memories into the
How many roads 'till I find my way How many roads if I leave today How many roads from the one that I've always known How many roads until I find my
How many roads 'till I find my way? How many roads if I leave today? How many roads from the one that I've always known? How many roads until I find
Set it free Fulfil your fantasy All the roads lead to heaven If we dare to follow The voice of the heart To be or not to be All the roads lead to heaven
We pull into town. I open my eyes and stretch out. The four guys around me will always be the guys with the equipment. The time approaches. The hour is
blowing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place, I be-long West virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads All my memries,
a breeze. CHORUS Country roads take me home To the place where I belong: West Virginia mountain momma Take me home country roads. All my memories
I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, Save poor Bob if
, riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill, winter brought With her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads gluing
roads lead to Zion after all is said and done all roads lead to Zion after all this confusion all roads lead to Zion after all this temptation all roads
know, I wouldn't mind, son, but that old train ain't mine" So many roads There are so many roads, so many trains to ride Yes, there are so many roads
I well up with affection Thinking back down the roads to then The nets were overflowing In the Gulf of Mexico They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads
Last night Stopping by Greeting me with an embracing bad breath Five A.M. you woke me out of a restless R.E.M. I think it's time To sober up and die
did To fall from history's nest And I'm driving on the road that Stalin built next On the roads of Germany On the roads of Germany These are the roads
I don't tell no tales about no hot dusty roads I'm a city boy and I stay at home I make no excuses I just don't want to roam And I don't like being alone