Been Too Long on the Road Bread

Always look so good on the outside
When you get to believin' it's true, then you know
That you're on your way
People tug on your shirt, say you're lucky
You've got ev'rything you want, but you don't
Yet you dare not say

Go downtown people runnin' around
They climb slowly draggin' you downtown
Horns make a dent in your mind
Plush rooms make a blindin' your eye to see, blindin' me
Light, lovely light
Won't ya' shine in my window
Love, precious love won't ya' fill ev'ry room
Been too long on the road

Maybe cynics veins are my life blood
Maybe bitin' the hand that I feed so I'll try
Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom
Makes you drop what you used to hold in your head
All the things you planned

Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares
Like the devil she does
What comes ever into your mind
Then gone, leavin' you with the coldest room, oldest gloom