Incognito - On the Road (part one) lyrics

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

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