Thought I had enough Enough of your freeways Spiraling forever in my mind Seemed to wind me down Down enough to hang my head And write some heavy-hearted songs about it Oh, how I long for that simple life Illusions not the truth Spiraling forever in my mind Just got back from nowhere I rode in on the right now train And I'm gonna hop on the next Greyhound bus That's gonna take me right back again Back home ain't no time for playthings And stuff that a man wants to do My telephone's ringing And my mailman keeps bringing me letters that read me my dues Out on the road my friend Ain't no other place I could ever rest my head Now I'm back home again Work in the morning, in the day and all through the night Girl, I need a freeway flight 25 years of growing up Ain't enough for me to deal with your groove Credits, pay, debt, gain and taxmen Thanks man, I'll leave that to you Out on the road my friend Ain't no other place I could ever rest my head Now I'm back home again Work in the morning, in the day and all through the night Girl, I need a freeway flight