A Road Song - America

We’re still in Wisconsin

As far as I know

Today was Green Bay

And tomorrow’s Chicago

Wish I was lying

But there isn’t much to report

My phone is dying

So I’ve got to keep it short

I just wanted to say

Hey, I’ve been writing you a road song

It’s a clich

But hey

That doesn’t make it so wrong

And in between the stops at the Cracker Barrel

And forty movies with Will Farrell

I need some way to occupy my time

So I’m writing you a road song

I sure hope you don’t mind

I bought you

A light blue T-shirt last night

From some band

I couldn’t stand but their logo is all right

Some kid threw a bottle on stage

He had an arm like a pro

I know it’s getting late

I guess I should let you go

But did I happen to say

Hey, I’ve been writing you a road song

Don’t run away

Because, hey

I promise it won’t be too long

And I know it’s not what you’d call necessary

And I know that I’m no Steve Perry

And even if you roll your eyes and groan

I’m still writing you a road song

That you can call your own