We gotta get on the road, don't we?

Tunes in my head: Destiny Unbound by Phish
Atmosphere: Angry, depressed

Highway Bill looked over to Jill and winced in pain
There was nothing more on the map but grass
Looking out the window the daffodill saw rain
And the road which they had found was some dirty underpass

We don't get on the road
And nobody knows where to find
The canister would explode
And there'd be teeth to grind

Highway Jill looked over at Bill and caressed his hair gently
Destiny looked at them and smiled, sickly twisted
Bill threw the wheel and the turn came subtly
And the car's fate was revisited

We don't get on the road
And nobody knows where to find
The relationship would explode
And there'd be teeth to grind

When Bill turned to look at Jill and snarled his furious delight
There was no real response or even desperate thought
Destiny unbound itself and took further flight
In the ground was the result when they fought

We don't get on the road
And nobody knows where to find
We gotta get on the road
And there's nobody there to be kind