Good Years

[verse 1]
It's the black sheep, of the black top
Like the prodigal son of the highway
It's been living in the shadow of the "short cut"
It's a long far cry from the "wide way"
If "easy street" is Abel I guess it's been more like Cain
Hell bent on leading to something more than just
Fifteen minutes of fame

[Chorus]
The road less traveled is a lot less traveled
Than it's ever been, it's going out of style
Meanwhile that worn-out beaten path
Keeps wearin' thin, backed up for miles
What happened to the rebеls trying to be themselvеs?
That somebody giving us something else?
The way selling out's selling
It's a pretty safe bet
The road less traveled ain't got a lot of good years left

[verse 2]
It's for the real deals, it's for the crazy;
Made the king of rock n' roll
And the king that saved me
It's for the ride or die's in it for the long haul;
It's wide open if ya wanna be an outlaw

[Chorus]
Yeah, the road less traveled is a lot less traveled
Than it's ever been, it's going out of style
Meanwhile that worn-out beaten path
Keeps wearin' thin, backed up for miles
What happened to the rebels trying to be themselves?
That somebody giving us something else?
The way selling out's selling
It's a pretty safe bet
The road less traveled ain't got a lot of good years left

[bridge]
It wasn't born for everyone
Just that one in every crowd;
Who was born for burning tires
And turning whole worlds upside down

[Chorus]
Yeah, the road less traveled is a lot less traveled
Than it's ever been, it's going out of style
Meanwhile that worn-out beaten path
Keeps wearin' thin, backed up for miles
What happened to the rebels trying to be themselves?
That somebody giving us something else?
The way selling out's selling
It's a pretty safe bet
The road less traveled ain't got a lot of good years left