on the road we're so full of hope that we're dying for someone that we can meetnbut our desire don't make it right for every who and where or why and wenchangin' anyplace on your perfect face would be capitally criminal - indeednand calling back words - even bad words leaves too many damp fish in the seanno these letters don't make it better when all they spell will not be heard or seennit's so obvious forget about all 'us' - nothing's gonna change, at least for menand life gets easier when i just give up everything i wantn- that's what i need.nyes, everything i want - that's what i need