Testo Open Road

Simple torture... Ticket I'm a-wantin' This, but it's makin' way too many stops... I can't get a-movin'. Where's my destination? I take a deep swallow in my frustration... I'm takin' all I got... It fits in this little bag... All my life I had empty pockets. All my life I saw evil eyes in old dark sockets. I cut 'em off...I cut 'em off... I said I don't need them to make life work... I cut 'em off...I cut 'em off... I'll never think twice if to them I never ever talk... So here I go...I'm finally on my way... Once I said goodbye, that was my last wave... Here I am...on the...on the open road... I've never felt better then when I am alone.