The Road

There you are, there you are up again sorted life together and out and together I've been up all night with a baby and trouble been troubling me all night, what's the main trouble In my wind I hope I don't hope making the road a displeasure in trouble I'm old making money to bring home Missing lost of things, missions are somewhat suitable now I suppose here we go Permanent on the road Here we go, here we go I suppose here we go Permanent on the road Here we go, here we go I suppose I have a little use for the past Dream kept up by little memories and stuff They can't do anything, stop it I can't figure out, little use, no home for it I suppose here we go Permanent on the road Here we go, now here we go I suppose I suppose here we go Permanently on the road Now I s'pose I suppose here we go Permanent on the road Here we go, now I suppose