On the road, on the road, on the road

On the world map as the crow flies
We tell ourselves we can win big
That we have the sky in a drop of water
We all seek a good fate
Life flows through our hands
Joy, sorrow, our path
Crossing life without a train ticket
Crossing life without a train ticket

On the road, on the road

Loneliness, wickedness
It makes freedom dream
Swear we won't get bored
When we have wealth, you see
And this happiness that crosses us
For a simple piece of bread
If you're hungry, take mine

On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road

If it's not America
It sure looks like it

On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road

Sometimes I wish I were a bird
To be able to spit from higher up
See the houses and the countryside
And turn my back on them better
We'll go sell our bags of roses
We'll take the morning train
On all the walls it will be written
Justice not vengeance
Justice not vengeance

On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road
On the road, on the road, on the road

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