Open Road testo

Simple torture...
Ticket I'm a-wantin'
This, but it's makin' way too many stops...
I can't get a-movin'. Where's my destination?
I take a deep swallow in my frustration...
I'm takin' all I got...
It fits in this little bag...
All my life I had empty pockets.
All my life I saw evil eyes in old dark sockets.
I cut 'em off...I cut 'em off...
I said I don't need them to make life work...
I cut 'em off...I cut 'em off...
I'll never think twice if to them I never ever talk...
So here I go...I'm finally on my way...
Once I said goodbye, that was my last wave...
Here I am...on the...on the open road...
I've never felt better then when I am alone.