I woke up this morning and I took a look around at all that I got These days I've been lookin' in the mirror and wondering if that's me lookin' back or not I'm still the apple of my mama's eye I'm my daddy's worst fears realized Here of late all this real estate don't seem all that real to me sometimes I'm back out on that road again Turn this beast into the wind There are those that break and bend I'm the other kind, I'm the other kind Now my old buddy, what's his name, says, "Man what the hell are you thinkin' 'bout Fool, you got two of everything, but you hang your head just like you was down and out" And I'm damn sure not suffering from a lack of love There's plenty more where that came from Ah - but leave it up to me to say something wrong and hurt someone before I'm done You see it used to be I was really free I didn't need no gasoline to run Before you could say Jack Kerouac you'd turn your back and I'd be gone Yeah nowadays I got me two good wheels and I seek refuge in aluminum and steel Aw, it takes me out there for just a little while And the years fall away with every mile