A broken man
bottle in his hand
Wishes he could stop
the voices in his head
He walked the line
till the line got so fine
He didn't even know
he'd fallen on the other side
One minute hot
the next you're not
And the world
that you know
becomes a stranger tomorrow
Just like the man
with a bottle in his hand
Who wishes he could stop
the voices in his head
So we travel on the road
And we don't know
where we're coming from
We travel on the open road
And we don't know
where we're going to
I know a man
eyes always closed
Lost in his dreams
where it all came to pass
Up on a stand
like Dizzy and the band
Where the beat always drops
and the music never stops
There came a day
when he finally awoke
To find the line broke
and his dreams
all sailed away
I know a man
bottle in his hand
Wishes he could stop
the voices in his head
So we travel on the road
And we don't know
where we're coming from
We travel on the open road
And we don't know
where we're going to
We travel the road
We travel the road
Yes we travel the road
We travel the road
We travel the road
Yes we travel the road
We travel the road
We travel the road
Yes we travel the road
We travel the road
We travel the road
Yes we travel the road
It's the beat generation
it's BE AT
It's the beat to keep
it's the beat of the heart
It's being beat and
down in the world
And like old time low down
and like in
ancient civilisations
The slave boat men
rowing galleys' to a beat
And servants spinning
pottery to a beat
The faces
There's no face to compare
with Jack Mingus
who's up on the
bandstand now
With a coloured trumpeter
who out blows him
wild and dizzy
But Jack's face overlooking
all the heads in smoke
He has a face that looks
like everybody
you've ever known
And seen on the street
in your time
Sweet face hard to describe
sad eyes cruel lips
expectant gleam
Swaying to the beat
tall majestical
Waiting in front of
the drug store
swaying to the beat