Club des Belugas - The Road is lonesome

Don’t wanna know what’s written
One the last page
Let’s Just leave ‘ causa i’ve grown so tired
Of this place

Oh the road is lonesome
Before you travel on it
Yes, the road is lonesome
Before you travel on it

(I)Let the wind run through my fingers
There’s a cool breeze coming from the see
(I)hear the sand under the wheels
There’s a cool breeze coming from the sea

Our Eldorado (old Cadillac..) won’t stop running
I’m drifting to sleep
While you drive me fare way
We left hand over heels

Oh the road is lonesome
Before you travel on it

(I)Let the wind run through my fingers
There’s a cool breeze coming from the see
hear the sand under the wheels
There’s a cool breeze coming from the sea

the road is lonesome
Before you travel on it

(I)Let the wind run through my fingers
There’s a cool breeze coming from the see

We travel light
Not more than what fittet in a paperbag
Grabbed our boards
For a roadtrip in a cadilac (wie paperbag)

Oh the road is lonesome
Before you travel on it

Let the wind run through my fingers
There’s a cool breeze coming from the see
hear the sand under the wheels
There’s a cool breeze coming from the sea