A Road Song

We're still in Wisconsin As far as I know Today was Green Bay And tomorrow's Chicago Wish I was lying But there isn't much to report My phone is dying So I've got to keep it short I just wanted to say Hey, I've been writing you a road song It's a clich But hey That doesn't make it so wrong And in between the stops at the Cracker Barrel And forty movies with Will Farrell I need some way to occupy my time So I'm writing you a road song I sure hope you don't mind I bought you A light blue T-shirt last night From some band I couldn't stand but their logo is all right Some kid threw a bottle on stage He had an arm like a pro I know it's getting late I guess I should let you go But did I happen to say Hey, I've been writing you a road song Don't run away Because, hey I promise it won't be too long And I know it's not what you'd call necessary And I know that I'm no Steve Perry And even if you roll your eyes and groan I'm still writing you a road song That you can call your own