I can see miles and miles a-way, mo-ving a-long this sou-thern bay. Seems like the road can go on for-e-ver and e-ver and e-ver. These are road games. Si-lent road games. Heat of the sun is in my brain. Day turns to night, I feel the pain. Eyes are so tired, they're just tur-nin' to wa-ter, to wa-ter, to wa-ter. Guil-ty road is gai-ning light, shi-ver and chills, my bo-dy fights. Ev-'ry-things plain but the grass is still gree-ner for-e-ver and e-ver. These are road games, si-lent road games. These are road games, si-lent road games. These are road games, si-lent road games. These are road games,
