The Road Is Lonesome (Feat. Anna.Luca)

Don't wanna know what's written on the last page
Let's just leave, 'cause I've grown so tired of this place
Oh, the road is lonesome before you travel on it
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 sea
I hear the sand under the wheels
There's a cool breeze
Our El Dorado won't stop running, I'm drifting to sleep
While you drive me far away, we left head over heels
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 sea
I hear the sand under the wheels
There's a cool breeze
(Oh, the road is lonesome)
(Oh, the road is lonesome before you travel on it)
We travel light, not more than what fitted in a paper bag
Grabbed our boards for a road trip in a Cadillac
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 sea
I hear the sand under the wheels
There's a cool breeze coming from the sea