The Road by Emma Freeman

Dancing in the dark to town
In a red t-shirt I wore around the house
When I slept in late on Saturdays

We were sixteen, up the wall
The only thing in my system was alcohol
I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to be fine

Back then I made up bucket lists
Of all the things I longed for and things I'd miss
If I spent all my life shut up in my room dreaming

I dreamed of camping, cliff diving
Having my first kiss, or simply driving
Hours and hours 'til I got somewhere they didn't know me

On the road, on the road
On the road, on the road

The street lamps made the sidewalks shine
And for a moment it felt like the world was mine
We stumbled off of the curb and trampled into the street

I grabbed my hair, looked at the stars, and screamed,
This is not how I want my whole life to be
No matter what, one day you're going to find me

On the road, on the road
On the road, on the road

A silly teenage girl with skinny legs covered in bruises
Wanting to feel anything but love

Driving on the road to town
In a red t-shirt I wore around the house
I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to be fine
I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to be fine

On the road, on the road
On the road (I don't want to be fine), on the road
On the road (I don't want to be fine)
(I don't want to be fine)
On the road (I don't want to be fine)
(I don't want to be fine)
On the road (I don't want to be fine)
(I don't want to be fine)
On the road

• Pop
• alternative pop
• indie folk
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• New York