I've become a slave
To the open road.

I'm a vagabond,
A rambler,
And everything else
You'll tell your daughters
To stay away from.

I'm a heartless gambler,
Or so I've been told,
By the countless girls
Who only knew me
By a passing glance.

The impression I'm playing lately
Looks a lot like the reflection
Of something you've never liked
About me.

I can't blame you.

I don't like myself,
And this time,
The blame is all mine.

I've been thinking to my habits
And how one in particular
May very well
Be rotting my liver.

I'm a cognac ******
Behind the wheel,
And on the open road,
I have no reason
To slow down.