Sittin’ by the Road

Sittin by the road, going no where.
Ah but I’ll get that house somedays, well I know.
Sittin by the road, lookin at the sky.
Wondering where do we go, why do we die,
Why did I say, that I’d really try?
Just sitting by the road, not a doubt in my mind.
But if you be believe that, you’ll believe anything,
Saying, «well it’s nice, to go out when it rains.»
Whats so bad about that? When your sittin by the road.
Sittin by the road.
Yes take off your shoes, play with your feet.
Knees need a rest, but, got nothing to eat.
When you’re sitting the road, doing you’re time,
And you’re socks still wet when you put 'em back on.
You look around for a stranger, but, even they’re gone.
Where did everybody go? Ain’t nobody around.
Some drive a bus, some drive a car,
Some are just useless, whatever they are.
When you’re sittin by the road, going nowhere.
Ah but I’ll get that, house somedays,
Well I know.
Sittin by the road.
Tired of sitting by the road. (x4)