Ruta 25

Route 25

Ruta 25

As the sun sets on the road I driveMientras atardece en la ruta voy
Listening to "Far Away Eyes" by the Rolling StonesEscuchando Ojos Lejanos de Rolling Stones
I feel like the scenery speaks for those who are sayingSiento que el paisaje se refiere a los que estan diciendo
I feel like the next city is mineSiento que la proxima Ciudad es mia
That there will be a crowd waitingQue habra una multitud a la espera
And when I arrive, I see they’re not thereY cuando llego veo que no entan
And I tell myself againY me digo otra vez
What a fool you are, kid..Que tonto eres chicoo..
What does it matter if I always settledQue importa si siempre me conforme
For going to any barCon ir a cualquier Bar
Getting drunk, fighting, and racking upEnborracharme, pelear, y endosar
Another mess on my tabOtro bardo a mi cuenta
I’m wandering through my gardenVoy recorriendo mi jardin
I’ll pick the sweetest flowerRecojere la flor mas dulce
Real stories that I livedHistorias reales que vivi
Of distant people I’ve never seenDe gente lejana que nunca vi
But I know them well..Pero que conosco bien..
I’m wandering through my gardenVoy recorriendo mi jardin
I’ll pick the sweetest flowerRecojere la flor mas dulce
Real stories that I livedHistorias reales que vivi
Of distant people I’ve never seenDe gente lejana que nunca vi
But I know them well.Pero que conosco bien