Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Road, artist - The Kinks.
Date of issue: 07.12.2008
Song language: English
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 |