Hello, darlin', how are you?
Has your imagination got you wrapped up tight in the emerald light of an Oz-bound Judy Garland
Such has been your luck with love

I saw a photograph of you in the Adirondacks
The collarbone buckle of a coverall coming up gold where the cigarette ember chewed a hole in your red rain jacket
Such has been my luck with love

And you got hard times living on the road
Beneath the wanderlust is the longing to find hope
And you got hard times living on the road
So come on home

So you wanna be the star of the vagabond bible
The blood stained Kerouac
The skin of your nose is a rose in the white snow coming up heavy in the mind with the cinema shells that will shape it
And the drive in theaters are all shut down (down)

Oh, and I'm parked on a cartoon Boulevard
Tripping the American Memory Fever (fever!)
We've got hard times living on the road
Beneath the wanderlust is the longing to find hope
And you've got hard times living on the road

So
So come on home
Woah!