The Road's Soul
Joey Amaral
You try to play mind games,
With your dotted and solid lines.
But for some odd reason when the rubber touches the mystique texture of your skin,
As it burns and melts like hell in the summer and freezes over in the winter,
While causing hazard and fear,
While I fight through nameless travelers,
I still drive to feel our connection of freedom.
I crave for your never ending stories through the aged journeys of our lives.
Joey Amaral
You try to play mind games,
With your dotted and solid lines.
But for some odd reason when the rubber touches the mystique texture of your skin,
As it burns and melts like hell in the summer and freezes over in the winter,
While causing hazard and fear,
While I fight through nameless travelers,
I still drive to feel our connection of freedom.
I crave for your never ending stories through the aged journeys of our lives.