To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet. To the west, to the west, I haven?t got there yet. To the north, to the north, never to be caught
in old D.C. And I've driven across deserts, driven by the irony That only being shackled to the road could ever I be free To the east, to the east, the road
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet. To the west, to the west, I haven?t got there yet. To the north, to the north, never to be caught.
Traduzione: Turner, Frank. The Road.