On the Road (Thinking of You) Paroles

on the road there's nowhere to hide
on the road there's nowhere to hide.
Believe me I tried.

With eyes like a kaleidoscope,
discord fades into periphery.

Why do you do this?
Why do you do this?
Why do you do this to yourself?

Self medicate to slaughter the hate.
Life's a terminal disease.

Is that why you do this?
Is that why you do this?
Is that why you do this to yourself?

I'm in New York
and I'm thinking of you. On the road there's nowhere to hide.
On the road there's nowhere to hide.
Believe me I tried.