I was born a painter's son,
Had a hard working mother
who got the job done,
Been to Europe and back,
On ten dollars a day,
And I pissed on every
statue in the Champs Elysees
Well I've lived on couches,
I've slept on floors,
I've worked on bloody great houses
I could never afford,
Worked in farms and skyscrapers,
Factories and fields,
And I've been haunted by music,
That simply would not yield,
I can still feel that
I wouldn''t want to take it back,
no, no,
What I started so long ago,
I never thought that this was where I'd go,
Down a million miles of road Now
I've had some success,
I've had a little fame,
More often than not
I've had a dollar to my name,
Got a wife, a son, an S.U.V.
And bills to pay,
And I never saw them coming,
But they showed up anyway,
But here I am today saying
I wouldn't want to take it back,
no, no,
What I started so long ago,
I never thought that this was where I'd go,
Down a million miles of road
I've got one grain of truth,
And this is how it stands,
You want to hear God laugh?
Tell him your plans,
Some days you run,
some you just sit on your hands,
But all you can do,
Is as the situation demands
But I've still got my drummer,
Still got my health,
Still got plenty of miles in the tank left,
But of all these things I'd have to say,
The best of them all are the friends I've made,
Along the way I wouldn't want to take it back,
no, no, What I started so long ago,
I never thought that this was where I'd go,
Down a million miles of road, I,
I still got so far to go,
From Timbuktu to Tokyo,
I, I''m so glad I got to go,
Down a million miles of road