I hate the main road, always so crowded
Everyone bumps along, no room to move
Except late at night, then it’s a fright
I don’t have the will, to put up that fight
I prefer side roads, where travel is smooth
Upkeep doesn’t occur as often, no spare money
Mostly because it’s not so abused, lack of use
There I could stroll with my sweet ol’ honey
You shoulda seen her out on the main road
“Don’t get in her way, she’s not there to stay”
Sometimes I asked why she rushed to the end
She replied, “I would rather just be home again”
What an answer, what an answer, but…
She rushed right on to the end, not home again
But that’s the way it goes out on the main road
And I guess that’s life, only lived this once
Definitely not twice
Main Road
