| Don't wanna know what's written on the last page | |
| Let's just leave cause I've grown so tired of this place | |
| Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it | |
| Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it | |
| Let the wind run through my fingers | |
| There's a cool breeze coming from the sea | |
| I hear the sand under the wheels | |
| There's a cool breeze | |
| Our eldorado won't stop running, I'm drifting to sleep | |
| While you drive me far away we left head over heels | |
| Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it | |
| Let the wind run through my fingers | |
| There's a cool breeze coming from the sea | |
| I hear the sand under the wheels | |
| There's a cool breeze | |
| Oh the road is lonesome | |
| Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it | |
| We travel light, not more than what fitted in a paperbag | |
| Grabbed our boards for a roadtrip in a Cadillac | |
| Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it | |
| Let the wind run through my fingers | |
| There's a cool breeze coming from the sea | |
| I hear the sand under the wheels | |
| There's a cool breeze coming from the sea |