Dreaming On the Road
Got a suitcase full of vacuum cleaners
Should be full of dreams
That I spent my whole life hauling
Town to town
In a rusted Buick Skylark
Leaking stuff from its seats
That motor's humming keeps me on the ground
But sometimes in the twilight
When I'm lying in my bed
In a motel room in some midwestern state
I get a feeling in my heart
I should be reaching for my dreams
But that feeling fades because it is too late
And I wonder why I never tried for all the things I wanted
Or gave of all the love I have to give
And I wonder about the way my life might have been different
If I had chosen simply just to life
But for an old man in a motel out on US 27
These questions don't bring comfort to the soul
So I click off the remote control and slide under the blanket
Cause tomorrow there will be dreaming on the road
Cause tomorrow there will be dreaming on the road
Yes, there's always time for dreaming on the road