A Road Song

We're still in

WisconsinAs far as

I knowToday was

Green BayAnd tomorrow's

ChicagoWish

I was lying

But there isn't much to report

My phone is dying

So I've got to keep it short

I just wanted to say

Hey, I've been writing you a road song

It's a cliché

But heyThat doesn't make it so wrong

And in between the stops at the

Cracker Barrel

And forty movies with

Will Farrell

I need some way to occupy my time

So I'm writing you a road song

I sure hope you don't mind

I bought you

A light blue

T-shirt last night

From some band

I couldn't stand but their logo is all right

Some kid threw a bottle on stage

He had an arm like a pro

I know it's getting late

I guess I should let you go

But did I happen to say

Hey, I've been writing you a road song

Don't run away

Because, hey

I promise it won't be too long

And I know it's not what you'd call necessary

And I know that

I'm no Steve

PerryAnd even if you roll your eyes and groan

I'm still writing you a road song

That you can call your own