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