The Road - Matt Costa

Don’t talk, don’t say nothing

I’ve just packed my things and I’m headed for something

Where I’m going, well, I don’t really know

The road is calling so I’ve got to go

Yes, the road is calling so I’ve got to go

We bid farewells

The winds blew like hell, said we’d meet again like some storybook tale

But no, we don’t talk, we don’t say nothing

I just pack my things and go headed for something

But where I was headed, well, I didn’t really say

The road was calling and I was on my way

Yes, the road was calling and I was on my way

So don’t talk, don’t say nothing

I’ll just pack my things and pretend like there’s nothing between us no more

As I walked out the door, she closed it behind me and cried on the floor

And I couldn’t talk, no, I couldn’t say nothing

I’ll just close my eyes and head blindly towards something

'Cause where I’m going, well, I don’t really know

The road is calling so I’ve got to go

Yes, the road is calling so I’ve got to go