Frank Turner - The Road
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I've been afraid
of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place
and so I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, somewhere close to the door
Well I've travelled many countries, washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
and I've driven across deserts
driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever I be free
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I've felt old before my time
but now I keep the age away by burning up the miles and by filling up my days
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
So saddle up your horses and keep your powder dry
because the truth is you won't be here long, soon you're going to die
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste
and you won't find your precious answers by staying in one place
by giving up the chase
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I've been afraid
of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place
and so I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, somewhere close to the door
Well I've travelled many countries, washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
and I've driven across deserts
driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever I be free
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I've felt old before my time
but now I keep the age away by burning up the miles and by filling up my days
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
So saddle up your horses and keep your powder dry
because the truth is you won't be here long, soon you're going to die
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste
and you won't find your precious answers by staying in one place
by giving up the chase
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I've been afraid
of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place
and so I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, somewhere close to the door
Well I've travelled many countries, washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
and I've driven across deserts
driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever I be free
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I've felt old before my time
but now I keep the age away by burning up the miles and by filling up my days
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
So saddle up your horses and keep your powder dry
because the truth is you won't be here long, soon you're going to die
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste
and you won't find your precious answers by staying in one place
by giving up the chase
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I've been afraid
of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place
and so I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, somewhere close to the door
Well I've travelled many countries, washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
and I've driven across deserts
driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever I be free
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I've felt old before my time
but now I keep the age away by burning up the miles and by filling up my days
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
So saddle up your horses and keep your powder dry
because the truth is you won't be here long, soon you're going to die
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste
and you won't find your precious answers by staying in one place
by giving up the chase
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet
To the north, to the north, never to be caught
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
To the south, to the south, my time is running out
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon, everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
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