Taking it on the road
by Steven Clotzman

I don’t like your cocaine
It hits me like a freight train
You and me, we can’t agree
So I’m taking it on the road

I’m not much for bad times
I don’t go for cheap wine
No offense, but we’re past tense
I’m taking it on the road

All the dimes and quarters that I give to you
Seems like they just go right up in smoke
It’s no joke!

You’re so full of laughter
And closer to the hereafter
Face facts, we’re in the final act
I’m taking it on the road


 

You say I take life too slow
Well, I don’t like your late slow
I’m not mad, we’ve had good and bad
But I’m taking it on the road

You never seem to let up
Can’t even hold your head up
Here’s why, you’re sky high
So I’m talking it on the road

Yet, something about this scene just don’t seem kosher to me
Why should I be the one who has to walk?
You’re all talk

The booze is always flowing
And you ask me where I’m going
Get a clue, we’re through!
I’m talking it on the road

© 2006 Steven Clotzman - all rights reserved