I

can

see

miles

and

miles

a-

way,

mo-

ving

a-

long

this

sou-

thern

bay.

Seems

like

the

road

can

go

on

for-

e-

ver

and

e-

ver

and

e-

ver.

These

are

road

games.

Si-

lent

road

games.

Heat

of

the

sun

is

in

my

brain.

Day

turns

to

night,

I

feel

the

pain.

Eyes

are

so

tired,

they're

just

tur-

nin'

to

wa-

ter,

to

wa-

ter,

to

wa-

ter.

Guil-

ty

road

is

gai-

ning

light,

shi-

ver

and

chills,

my

bo-

dy

fights.

Ev-

'ry-

things

plain

but

the

grass

is

still

gree-

ner

for-

e-

ver

and

e-

ver.

These

are

road

games,

si-

lent

road

games.

These

are

road

games,

si-

lent

road

games.

These

are

road

games,

si-

lent

road

games.

These

are

road

games,