The Road

So you flee to your flatmate's bed
You realise you're not dressed
But you kind of hope he'll come and see
And know the pain on your body

And you wait for a text
From this guy way back home
You don't know why but he makes you feel
Not alone
But he don't like you that way
He's told you enough times, that
He don't like you that way
But still you wait and wait and wait

But I like the road
I like when I'm not coming home
I like it clean to the bone
I like the road

And your bed still stinks
Of some guy that spent the night
And of your canned love
You're such a ghastly sight

And you think it'll hurt less
If you know what's coming
But you forget that what is coming is hurt
After the dark hours loving

But I like the road
I like when I'm not coming home
I like it clean to the bone
I like the road
I like the road

Touch me in the dark
And fill me with truth
But I can't take too much at once so
Better say adieu

Yeah you were never that cunning
When it comes to loving

Well that's okay cuz
I like the road
I like when I'm not coming home
I like things clean to the bone
I like the road
I like the road
I like the road