Songtexte The Road - Acoustic - Frank Turner
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.
To
the
south,
to
the
south,
my
time
is
running
out.
Ever
since
my
childhood
I've
been
scared,
I've
been
afraid,
of
being
trapped
by
circumstance,
of
staying
in
one
place,
and
so
I
always
keep
a
small
bag
full
of
clothes
carefully
stored,
somewhere
secret,
somewhere
safe,
somewhere
close
to
the
door.
Well
I've
travelled
many
countries,
washed
my
feet
in
many
seas,
I've
drunk
with
grifters
in
Vienna
and
with
punks
in
old
DC,
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
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.
To
the
south,
to
the
south,
my
time
is
running
out.
I've
felt
old
before
my
time
but
now
I
keep
the
age
away
by
burning
up
the
miles
and
by
filling
up
my
days.
And
the
nights,
a
thousand
nights
I've
played,
a
thousand
more
to
go,
before
I
take
a
breath,
and
steel
myself
for
the
next
one
thousand
shows.
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.
To
the
south,
to
the
south,
my
time
is
running
out.
So
saddle
up
your
horses
and
keep
your
powder
dry,
because
the
truth
is
you
won't
be
here
long,
soon
you're
going
to
die.
To
the
heart,
to
the
heart,
there's
no
time
for
you
to
waste,
and
you
won't
find
your
precious
answers
by
staying
in
one
place,
by
giving
up
the
chase.
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.
To
the
south,
to
the
south,
my
time
is
running
out.
To
the
south,
to
the
south,
my
time
is
running
out.
To
the
south,
to
the
south,
my
time
is
running
out.
I
face
the
horizon,
everywhere
I
go.
I
face
the
horizon,
the
horizon
is
my
home.
I
face
the
horizon,
everywhere
I
go.
I
face
the
horizon,
the
horizon
is
my
home.
1 Live Fast, Die Old
2 Try This at Home
3 Dan's Song
4 Poetry of the Deed
5 Isabel
6 The Fastest Way Back Home
7 Sons of Liberty
8 The Road
9 Faithful Son
10 Richard Divine
11 Sunday Nights
12 Our Lady of the Campfires
13 Journey of the Magi
14 Isabel - Acoustic
15 The Road - Acoustic
16 Mr. Richards - Acoustic
17 Poetry Of The Deed - Acoustic
18 Try This At Home - Acoustic
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