We always sit and talk about the weather
And after all these letters well there’s nothing left to say
And you and I we’re both two of a kind
We’re always wondering why
Something more hasn’t come our way
But I refuse to believe
This is the only life for me

So I roam
These open roads
The nights are bitter
And the days are cold
So I roam
These open roads
In search of better
In search of home

You seem surprised I see it in your eyes
But I can’t lie
This was never what I had in mind
And walking this line pretending everything’s fine
Well this isn’t living it’s just getting by
And I maybe naïve
But not too proud to leave.