"THE ROAD"

The Road

Sitting alone on my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, "well,
After all this time you never thought you'd still be out on the road?"
Like a gypsy I was born to roam
Like a wanderer with no fixed abode
I think about the friends I've left behind on the road

Well, the road's been rocky along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
Wasted talent on women and wine

I think of all the friends I've left behind
Whenever it's time to get back out on the road

Started playing blues in a coffee bar
I took a trip down Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars
I saw a band called the Rolling Stones
I thought, "that's it, I'll get a band,
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road."

The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away places like Wigan and Birmingham
(The road)
Didn't have no name, didn't have any fans
(The road)
Didn't have no money so we slept in the van

All those early gigs we ever played
Sometimes we were lucky if we even got paid
On the road
Pete played on the bass guitar
Liked to get around, mixing with all the stars
But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs
But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums
While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road

Everyday is when I can't get used to it
Everyday is when I can't get away
Another day, another freeway to face
That's the road

Well, life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
They took the road so it's alright by me
Some are survivors, some are debris
If you play in a band that's the road that you take
Living in it, eating in it, sleeping in it
You wake up in the morning, what do you see?
The road

Life is a road, it's a motorway
Lost a lot of good friends along the way
All the families and homes that I've left behind
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time
I say, "you take your road and I'll take mine."
(You take your road and I'll take mine)
You take your road and I'll take mine
(You take your road and I'll take mine)

Life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Observed all the various phases from
Flower power, heavy metal and acid rock
And still all the critics keep saying
"Are they still around? When they gonna stop?"
It's just the dedicated followers of fashion who like putting down
All the well respected men who came dancing and are still on the road

Sometime I get suicidal
Now everyone is a rival
Different cars, different bars and hotels
Corporations, big business and egos
When it all gets too bad I think back
When we were all each other had
When we started out on the road

And there's gas in my tank and I've still got a way to go
Another hotel, it's time to check out soon
As I look around the room
I think of all the friends I've left behind
On the road

It (I Want It)

I want you to imagine that somewhere in America
There's a lovely housewife watching TV,
Doing her housework...

(Audio clips of Gorby and Reagan talking detente)

Hi there.
Are you feeling tired, drained of all energy?
Is your life becoming routine? Does your husband
find you unattractive? Is your love life non-
existent? Then you need "It". Because "It", like
you, is a product of our time. "It" will change your
life. You'll be vibrant, elegant, sexy...

You want it.
Don't you?
It.

Yeah, she's got it
Ooh, she's really got it

She was born part of a Fifty's dream
TV Generation, from the cradle to the teens
Mr. Rogers, I Love Lucy, and Mary Tyler Moore
Jackie Gleason, Honeymooners and Zsa Zsa Gabor
Green Acres, yeah that's what you're looking for
You're a product of these times, just like the people next door
Bigger house, bigger 'fridge, bigger washing machine
'Cos you're a consumer'n, baby, you're the advertiser's dream

That's alright, outta sight, you couldn't care less
You can put it on a VISA card or American Express
Tell the people what they want, then decide what they need
Advertise, merchandise, satisfy their greed
Bigger house, bigger 'fridge, bank loan, get a bigger car
You can sell them any old shit if it's endorsed by a movie star

TV's got a little piece to dictate
They said you'd believe it 'cos it's a #1 rating
You're the products that you buy, the consumer and the goods
And you want it so bad, you'd sell your soul if you could

She want it so bad, she'd sell her soul if she could
And she wants it, so bad

She got it
Now she don't need it
She got she wanted, but she don't want it no more
She got she wanted, but she don't want it no more
She got she wanted, now they don't need it no more
She got it, so bad