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The Road

TJ9001

Death · Fear · Journey · Loss · Time · Work

Oh, how the road does eat . . .Step by stepPiece by pieceTeeth for feetAn appetizer for all the places you will go . . .An entrée for all the people you will meet . . .Oh, how the road does eat . . .Miles and milesDays and daysLife on the streetSoup of the day is 'There and Back Again' . . .And the dishes never cease . . .Oh, how the road does eat . . .Old and youngGood and badStrong and weakWhen the tuff get going, that's Meals-On-Wheels . . .Stand still and the weak are meat . . .And oh, how the road does eat . . .

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