I´m gettin´ into some things That I can´t quite work out It´s like I´m a lone passenger on a twenty-ton ship that´s run aground
And if that´s the way I´m gonna characterize it I better get myself back on the road I better get myself back on the road
I get to talking sometimes ´Bout things that I can´t quite explain I beat the morning traffic to my basement just to chase the feeling on a page away
And if that´s the thing I´ll be remembered by I better get myself back on the road I better get myself back on the road Back to work, baby, back in the fold Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh And that´s the way I´m gonna characterize it Ooh, ooh, ooh
Maybe it´s the shivers in bed Or a headache instead Maybe the body is the lawyer for the spirit in the court of your head
And if that´s the way I´m gonna characterize it Well, I better get myself back on the road They say air is cleaner out there on the coast Back to work, baby, back, in the fold I just arrived, but I´ve got to go