You don´t own the road boy
Better kick up a storm
You don´t own the big city lights
Better carve out your own
You don´t own the green pines
the blue sky or the smoke
You don´t own the dust un your
bir brown eyes
When you keep them closed

Steal them back for me love
Steal them back for me love

You don´t own the road boy
neither do I
You don´t own the big city lights
making my eyes cry
You don´t own the green pines
so be careful where you lean
And when you´re lost under the blue sky
Look down and you´ll find me

Steal it back for me love
Steal it back for me love

Come on over
If that´s the way you feel
When you´re lonesome
Steal it
back when you´re lonely
back when you´re lonely- back

You don´t own your sadness son
See the tide it juste comes in
Guilt is played on a violin
By those who never cared to sing

Steal it back for me love.