We passed the stores, we passed the hotels 
Filled our car with gasoline 
We drove that night, I saw the moon 
Almost got us in an accident 
And then at the rest stop 
When that woman tried to steal my wallet 
It felt like an adventure
Isn't that what you would call it?
Isn't that what you would call it? 
You're my road buddy, but I'm lonely all the time 
I thought that we'd be joking, having long talks on late night drives 
But you drive so bad I lost my patience 
So pass the chips and turn the station 
This is not a romance with the road 

Where the moss grows up the trees 
To where the dirt [bad word] red 
I thought we'd find each story like a snakeskin or an arrowhead 
But we only stop at fast-food places 
They hate their jobs, I understand 
I try to act familiar, but they're floating just above the land 
And we are all floating 
You're my road buddy, but I'm lonely all the time 
I thought we'd show that friendship could be stronger than the crossroads devil
But I thought I heard the tollman sing, 
I'll take that thing you got from me
This is not a romance with the road 

And those cliffs are the same as in the magazines I have at home 
And the tall grass reminds me of the same dreams I had at home
I thought life was a road, and I wanted to begin it 
I said, my friend and I going on a trip so I can only stop a minute 
We go to the vending machines, 
I want to watch these kids with their mother, sipping on their juice boxes 
and smiling at each other, 
and maybe that's their dad on the phone, 
saying, hey mom, you shouldn't wait, go ahead, have dinner
'cause [bad word] just a little late 
But we're on our way 

Road buddy, road buddy 
I heard about the boxcars and the family of travellers 
But there's real estate signs in the cornfield stubble 
I know there's love, I bet there's trouble 
But you just can't spend a lifetime on the road 
And there's something I finally faced 
I finally think [bad word] from someplace 
This is not a romance with the road