Hit The Road Illogic

[Hook]
Yeah, yah, let’s hit the road
Yo, uh, tour, man, la da day da
Let’s hit the road
Tour, man, la da day da, uh
La da day da
Check it out
La da day da

[Verse 1]
Now I could kiss a thousand tomorrows with today’s lips
Yet still can’t seem to catch a glimpse of yesterday’s eclipse
Ate lunch on a ceiling to show that I was fed up
Not enough comfort in my pillow and comforter to make the bed up
Hunger for something more, caught myself falling
Left the phone off the hook but wonder why she’s not calling
Touch hollow ground to swallow sound and [?] cacophony
[?] quest to find myself when she lost me
Every city the same thing, legs and breasts, different names
What-hotel-you-ins, New Castles and smoke chains
Caught a glimpse of a dying sunset with my son sit on my lap
He made me wish that no one knew me and that the world was flat
‘cause every lip outline of lipstick and pound that I receive
Makes it hard to choose between baring arms and long sleeves
You may think you know me but all you know is what’s told
My life’s an origami box with hidden folds and creases I’ve never seen
Tryna walk the skyline, it’s chilly it seems
So instead I’ll knock one out the park to mark my field of dreams