Here we go,
On the road,
Diving headfirst into the unknown.
I'm a skipping stone,
The hand was home,
Let momentum carry me into the zone.
I can't condone,
Flying alone,
But some people got the power like a cyclone.
I'm home grown,
Movement prone,
Start with one foot to set a good tone.
Here I am on the open road,
Running away from everything I know.
Nothing in the way,
Ain't no money ain't no pay,
When the days look gray,
People in dismay feeling strange.
Mold the day like clay,
Shape your brain on the train,
Dance a booty display,
On the town riding the subway.
No car to park that's a free valet,
Ain't no replay in the Milky Way,
Got today,
Get sun rays,
Feel the power play.
Here I am on the open road,
Running away from everything I know.
Here I am on the open road,
Running away from everything I know.
I gotta get away to somewhere I don't know,
It's something I got to do to make me glow.
Here I am on the open road,
Running away from everything I know,
Here I am on the open road,
Running away from everything I know
credits
from The Open Road,
released September 16, 2016
Lyrics by Mitch Rassman
Music by Mitch Rassman & Andrew Wasserman
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