They're On The Road

It's the season of the golden leaves

When the wind turns into a bitter breeze

I was walking through the oak leaves on the hill

With my lady, oh, she's got a strong will

And I see her through these ever-clouded eyes

This time it's goodbye and I can't answer why

Maybe it's because I ain't quite shy of running yet

Or maybe it's because I'm the hometown boy in the spotlight

But my roots ain't in the ground

They're on the road

Settle down was all I ever heard from her

"If you cared," she said, "You would weigh my words"

But my life doesn't ride on the factory road

Baby, don't ask me why, I can't even pretend to know