The Road
Words & Music:  Joe Stickley

Leavin’ Paris, on the road I was born
By the light of fire
On the planet of the wire
Build me a dream out of smoke and tire
Where the days are blue and green
And the nightfall like I’ve never seen

All our pictures, and memories
We’ve carried her in shopping carts
On the planet of the arts
Build me a dream out of smoke and hearts
Where the soda pop is cold
And the war is just a story of old

(Chorus)
Oh, baby just a little way
Turn another page down the road
You can dream on, dream on, dream on all day
And I’ll never let the plans go astray

Keepin’ numbers of the days as they go
Walkin’ through the night
On the planet of the fight
Build me a dream out of smoke and light
Where the sun is all a-glow
And the things I sing are what I know

All that was and will ever be
I’m leavin’ to my only son
On the planet of the gun
Build me a dream out of smoke and one
Promise I can hold
And a place to write this story of old

(Chorus)

© 2009 Peola Road Music (SESAC)