No Fixed Address

My last stuff is stowed beneath the sink

Coffee’s on, and I need space to think

You’re still dreamin’ under cotton sheets

But the sky’s already callin’ me

Babe, I must be leavin’ on my RV tour

Don’t know when I’ll ever stop for sure

Oh, babe… I feel my spirit start to roam

I may be leavin’, but I'm not alone

Your yellow scarf's still hangin' on my chair

I drive and hear your echoes in the air

Rearview holds your smiling face

But forward’s where I search for peace and grace

Oh, babe, I must be leavin’ on the tour

The road is hummin’ soft, my heart is pure

I promise you I’ll write you in a song

I might be gone, but what we had wasn't wrong

This may be goodbye, and then, hello

I’m just chasing peace and what I don’t yet know

If I find myself out there. I’ll find my way back to you

Oh, Babe, I must be leavin’ on my RV tour

Don’t know when I’ll ever stop for sure

Remember, babe, I’ll carry you in sound

I may be gone, but we're together in this song

I got no house partner,

No plants, and no pets,

Nobody askin’,

"Whatchu think about that?"

Fridge full of cold ones,

Propane's gauge is full,

No “honey-do” lists—

And with that, I’m cool.

When things go wrong,

I don’t break a sweat,

I know where the wrench is,

Ain’t lost a bet yet.

I’m the king of my castle,

A twelve-foot wide slide,

Freedom’s my shotgun,

And she’s restin’ inside.

I got time on my hands,

And no need to play games.

I am who I am and I take back my name,

Thank God I’m solo again.

No ring, no chains,

My Crusader and the wind.

Hell yeah, I’m happy solo again. 🎶

No garden to weed,

No gutters to climb,

No “fix it” weekends

Eatin’ up my time.

No shovelin’ snow,

No pool to skim,

If it don’t fit my mobile house,

It ain't part of "And then".

Just me, my six-string, and an old Army hat,

With the tunes I write crankin’, and I’m down with that.

Ain’t got no mortgage,

Ain’t got no debt,

Parked by the lake

From sunrise to sunset.

The campfire’s burning,

I’m livin’ just right,

No porch light to leave on,

No curfew tonight.

I got time on my hands,

And no need to play games.

I am who I am and I take back my name,

Thank God I’m solo again.

No ring, no chains,

My Crusader and the wind.

Hell yeah, I’m happy solo again.

Yeah, I’m solo again…

With a half tank of diesel

And a whole lotta grin.

“Solo suits me just fine.”

I sold my house and I sold my shed,

Don’t need a ladder or a roof o’ my head.

No gutters to clean, no hedges to trim,

My mailbox is gone, and I’m feeling quite slim.

I got no residence, no fixed address,

Rolling down the highway in a state of undress.

No paint to peel, no shingles to mend,

I’m free as a breeze with no means to an end.

No pool to skim, and no grass to mow.

No snowblower’s broke in two feet of snow.

No septic to pump or filters that blow,

My home’s on wheels, and always ready to go!

I got no residence, no fixed address,

Rolling down the highway in a state of undress.

No paint to peel, no shingles to mend,

I’m free as a breeze with no means to an end.

“Well, they can keep their basements, and I’ll keep my keys…”

No weeds to pull, no mulch to spread,

No dustin’ off them guestroom beds.

Holiday lights? I don’t hang ‘em no more—

I’m parked by the beach with my feet off the floor.

I got no residence, no fixed address,

Rolling down the highway in a state of undress.

No paint to peel, no shingles to mend,

I’m free as a breeze with no means to an end.

No driveway cracks, no tools to sort,

No boxes to lift or garages to hoard.

Ain’t stockpiled wood since I sold my stove,

I burn diesel now—watch me roll!

I got no residence, no fixed address,

Rolling down the highway in a state of undress.

No paint to peel, no shingles to mend,

I’m free as a breeze with no means to an end.

Now I’m a rolling stone, no moss in my life,

No zip code to give, no trouble or strife.

And if you ask where I live, I’ll just grin—

"I'm everywhere, buddy… and nowhere again."

Left behind the picket fence dream

Packed my past in a roadside theme

Mirror cracked, but the view’s still clear

Got no map — but I’m finally here

Dusty shoes on a shining floor

Found my rhythm in a hardware store

Every town is a brand-new chance

Every glance is a second dance

Nowhere to hide — and that’s the point

No need to fake, no need to anoint

I’m showing up with all my scars

Parkin’ truth beneath the stars

Yeah, nowhere to hide — and that’s the point

Told myself I’d get it right “someday”

Turns out someday looks a lot like today

Campfire stories and motown drums

Burnin’ shame like marshmallow crumbs

She said, “You’re brave to ride alone”

I said, “I just made this rig my home”

Ghosts don’t chase when the wheels don’t stop

And peace is a vibe at the coffee shop

Now don’t you run from who you’ve been

That’s the beat that lets the healing begin

Crack the window — let the soul breeze in…

Nowhere to hide — and that’s the point

No need to shrink, no need to appoint

I’m showing up, not playing coy

Living loud, chasing joy

Yeah, nowhere to hide — and that’s the point

No mask, no lie…

Just you and the sky

No shame to anoint…

That’s the point… that’s the point…

You left the maps in the glovebox dust

Took your past and said “enough’s enough”

From the wreckage rose your rebel heart

You lit the match and drove into the dark

Hold freedom up, don’t let it fall

Lift your voice when they build the wall

You don’t need a crown or a stage or a cup

Just fire in your chest — hold freedom up

Wind on your face, wheels in the storm

You were made for the road, not the norm

Every no was a step toward your yes

You wear your scars like a Sunday best

Hold freedom up, high as the sky

Don’t ask for wings — you were born to fly

They’ll try to break you, call your bluff

But your soul don’t bluff — hold freedom up

A life unlived is the only shame.

So burn the old script.

Drive the new name.

Hold… hold it up now

Freedom’s not a place — it’s a vow

Raise it loud, raise it rough

Live your truth — hold freedom up

Imagine me and you, just new

Reset the page and start with skies so blue

I think about the road, a lot

And say goodbye to everything I’m not

If I should roam the world

Each stop a brand-new view

There’s no one else I'd rather be —

Than free and true

I can’t see me turnin’ back, forever

RV life, rollin’ together

Time and space, no ties to tether

Tabula Rasa, we’re rolling together

The world’s a song I’ve yet to write

Campfires glow and mountain stars at night

A thousand paths, one open mind

The past in the rearview — no rewind

If I explore the wild

With wonder as my guide

Each twist and turn will testify —

I’m still alive

I can’t see me losin’ hope, not ever

Roadside dreams, always clever

Clean slate soul, now and forever

Happy and healed… we’re rolling together

Meant to grow and meant to roam

Every place I park is home

“Begin again” in every mile

With Tabula Rasa, I find my smile

I can’t see me slowin’ down, no never

Joy’s my jam, storm or fair weather

Purpose is found in every feather

Tabula Rasa… we’re flying together

Ridin’ low… haulin’ high

No rent, no rules, just open sky

Power’s flickerin’, water tank’s low

Fridge runs warm but my spirit’s aglow

Slide-out’s stuck, mirror’s cracked

But I got free sunsets and a seat that leans back

King of the road, oh yeah, RV edition

My A-C growls and squeaks, but it's got ambition

I got songs and stories in the gas receipts

And off-road maps with dreams in the crease

I pull into parks where the gravel bites

Share campfire beans and satellite nights

Neighbors change, but the road stays true

I trade wifi tips like old-school blues

I don’t need a crown or a throne

Just a place to park and be in the zone

My kingdom rolls, my trailer sways

And I bless each bump that comes my way

King of the road with a duct-taped code

Livin’ loud in economy mode

I’m the wanderin’ soul with a janky fuse

And a playlist full of wanderlust blues

They ask, “Aren’t you tired of movin’?”

I say, “Tired’s just proof I’m alive.”

Now gimme coffee… and the next horizon.

I woke up this mornin’, feelin’ kinda stuck

Generator wheezin’, fridge lost its luck

You used to hum sweet when the moonlight fell

Now you hiccup, cough, and you sure don’t smell well

You roll me down highways, then leave me cold

One tire’s bald and the coffee’s old

But when the stars shine and the road gets tight

You’re my only home, my plug-in light

Is you is or is you ain’t my RV?

You break my plans, then you cradle me

You actin' strange, but you still my ride,

When the storm comes knockin’, you let me hide

Is you is or is you ain’t my beast?

Some days you rumble, some days you feast

I wanna cuss, but I still believe,

You’re the wild-eyed dream I ain’t gonna leave

Water pump moans like a ghost in the walls

Wi-Fi’s drunk and my mirror just falls

But you dance with me in the rearview heat

Singin’ vinyl prayers from a boondock seat

One day you’re heaven in a tin can shell

Next day I’m callin' roadside from hell

But damn, you glow when the firepit’s lit

Even with your quirks, I ain’t quittin’ it

Is you is or is you ain’t my RV?

Got me rollin’ deep in mystery

You make me laugh, you make me cry,

But I’d rather break down than say goodbye

You may be busted, rusted, wild,

But you carry this heart like a wayward child

So is you is or is you ain’t my fate?

You might be late—but you’re always great.

Two lanes for every rig,

I’m solo but I ride real big,

Diesel’s hummin’ like a freedom song,

Coffee’s strong and the road is long.

I got my slide-out wide, my WiFi tight,

Streaming oldies through the starlit night,

With a map on the dash and hope in my chest,

I’m chasin’ peace of mind and leavin’ the rest.

RV City, here I roam (woah-oh)

Where the tires kiss roads unknown.

Campfire glow, sunsets to show,

I’m not lost, just goin’ slow.

RV City, feelin’ free,

With my six string and a soul on leave.

Boondockin’ near a coyote’s howl,

Solar charge and a weathered towel,

Met a biker with a checkered past,

Said, “Keep on movin’ forward, never back.”

Propane’s full and my tank’s been drained,

Chasin’ sunsets with no complaints,

I’m not on vacation — I’m alive on tour,

With a life that whispers, “There’s always more.”

Some folks chase the dollar sign,

I chase stars and whispered pines.

Turn the page, set the tone —

My Tabula Rasa, is a rolling stone.

RV City, hearts unfold,

Tales from the road that can't be told.

Laughin’ loud with a ghostly breeze,

This old rig still aims to please.

RV City, I’m just me,

A wild old soul rollin’ free.

“Ain’t no surfboard on this ride — just a step stool, some leveling blocks, and a dream.”

“Next stop? Wherever peace parks itself.”

Got my cruise set low, not in a rush,

Waving at life, no need to push.

Elastic waistband, cooler full of tea,

Living my legend — just gently.

Used to burn rubber, now I just coast,

Downshiftin' dreams I love the most.

Got a blanket and a back brace too,

Chasin’ peace with a scenic view.

Used to howl, now I hum and grin,

Trading the bar fights for vitamin tin.

I ain’t dead — I just downshifted,

Still rockin’, just more gifted.

Hear that engine? It's a gentle purr,

Like my soul in a slow-speed stir.

Ain’t no shame in takin’ it slow,

Mild’s the new wild — just so you know.

Born to be mild, not wild,

Still got fire — just re-styled.

Wind in my beard, hands on the wheel,

Freedom’s a vibe you don’t gotta feel fast to feel.

Let the young ones chase the storm —

I’ll chase sunsets, soft and warm.

There’s power in the gentle lane,

I ride like peace runs in my veins.

Passed a biker with a look real bold,

He nodded like, “Damn, that dude’s gold.”

We both know the ride’s the prize,

No matter how fast the moment flies.

"I used to rage… now I simmer. Tastes better this way."

"Born to be mild, baby — and I’m just gettin’ started."

Got fuel?

Let’s ride!

Got snacks?

Let’s ride!

Got tunes?

Let’s ride!

Got no plan?

Even better—let’s ride!

Wake up in a Wal-Mart lot,

Coffee brewing in a percolator pot.

Sun’s coming up and the road’s alive,

Every curve just dares me to drive.

Wi-Fi check, the map's in mind,

Freedom’s got no finish line.

Home’s got wheels, not picket signs—

My address is the yellow dotted line.

Let’s ride—roll out into the day!

Let’s ride—chase that sky our way!

From mountains high to oceans wide,

No desk, no boss, just countryside.

Come on now, let’s ride!

Got bugs on the grill and a soul that’s clean,

Living large in two-fifty-eight square feet.

Neighbors change with every view,

Campfire friends and a starlit crew.

No nine-to-five, just drive-to-thrive,

I’m fueled by joy and overdrive.

Life ain’t waiting and neither am I—

Got my rig, my groove, and a restless eye.

Let’s ride—let the open road decide!

Let’s ride—where the sun and stories hide!

From ghost towns quiet to cities loud,

I’m high on life and not too proud.

Shout it out—let’s ride!

Tired of traffic?

Break the lane.

Sick of meetings?

Unplug the chain.

Chasing peace?

Follow that sign—

Scenic detour to the bold design.

Let’s ride—no rearview regrets!

Let’s ride—ain’t hit the limits yet!

From the Bayou heat to Northern lights,

Every mile writes my rights.

One more time—

Let’s ride!!

Let’s ride… (yeah, yeah)

Let’s ride… (all night)

Let’s ride… (into the wild)

Let’s ride…

Headed out of Danville, feelin’ brave and bold

With Wayne the seasoned hauler, a great big gentle soul

Crossed the mountains to West Virginia under star-lit skies

Between Hurricane and Nitro—where trouble starts to fly

The driver's side trailer tire gave out with a violent shred

And the trailer danced loose behind me while I thought, hell, I’m dead

Sleep-deprived and wired tight

Blankets warmed me through the night

But I’m still on track, come storm or more mishap

The road may break, but I still won’t look back

Singin’ songs to calm the fire

Truth and miles just reinforce my soul's desire

Local fella lent a steady hand

Said, “Three mishaps? So that’s your plan?”

But who keeps count when fate unrolls

A ragged path that tests your soul

Denver’s voice on a country road

Helps me carry this heavy load

Spring retreats as north we climb

Still chasing meaning, one mile at a time

But I’m still on track, come storm or more mishap

The road may break, but I still won’t look back

Singin’ songs to calm the fire

Truth and miles just reinforce my soul's desire

So if you find your spirit cracked

Just breathe deep… you’re still on track

No rhyme nor reason's just a song

That drives us all to carry on

Sunrise breaks, coffee's strong,

Dusty boots have been gone too long

That ol' Jeep rattles, hummin’ low

On Ohio backroads, only dreamers know

Left some hearts and busted plans

In small towns where the jukebox stands

But every mile I drive alone

Feels more like I’m comin’ home

Take me home — but not the way they told me

To a place that don’t control me

Ohio’s passin' in the rearview glow

But I found peace on the exit roads I chose

Backroad soul, take me home

Ain’t no map for how I lived

I trade regrets for what I give

Nights by fires, strings and songs

Where wrong feels right, and right feels strong

I’m older now, but don’t you dare

Mistake these lines for disrepair

'Cause I’ve still got a tale or two

And gas enough to chase what's true

Take me home — not where the script had placed me

But somewhere wild enough to face me

Where the wind calls names I used to know

From so many years ago in Ohio

Backroad soul, take me home

They said country roads lead you back

But sometimes, you make new tracks

When the world expects I'd fade to gray

I just crank the volume and drive away

Take me home — to where the stories stir me

Past the past that used to blur me

Where I’m not lost, just ridin’ slow

On the dirt path that dares me to grow

Backroad soul… take me home

Backed it out from Danville town,

Slide-outs in, I’m highway-bound.

Fuel gauge low, but the coffee’s hot,

I got more dreams than parking spots.

A stickered fridge and a pantry thin,

But I got tales stackin’ up within.

Every mile adds another page —

The road is home, and I’m the sage.

Passed through Flint with a sideways grin,

Memories stirred like a tailwind spin.

Talked to a kid who fixed my lights,

Told me, “Keep rollin’ into the nights.”

Rain tapped out a rhythm on my vent,

Truth’s not in where, it’s how it’s spent.

This life ain’t rich in marble floors,

But it’s got soul and unlocked doors.

Boondocked out near a prairie line,

Crickets played and the stars aligned.

Heard coyotes preach in the distance deep,

While my conscience rocked itself to sleep.

No app can map this kinda peace,

Just the quiet hum of a life released.

Canada’s calling, and I'm near the gate,

With a passport grin and an open state.

I’ve seen the road turn sharp and dark,

Still I’ve lit it up with a pilot spark.

Rolling slow through a maple breeze,

Chasin' time, and inner ease.

Each border’s more than a dotted line,

It’s a shift in soul, a new design.

I may be old, but I ain't done —

RVin’ north into the sun.

RVin’…

What a long strange trip it’s still bein’.

Turnin’ dials, countin’ smiles,

Fixing leaks and drivin’ miles.

RVin’…

Rollin’ slow but feelin’ free,

The road rewrites the map in me.

Some folks need a house to know they’re whole,

I just need tires and a widening soul.

Freedom ain’t found behind a gate —

It’s in a sunset I didn’t plan to chase.

Downshift to climb, upshift to cruise,

Missed a turn, but I can’t lose.

This 35-footer ain’t just a ride,

It’s the proof I’m still alive inside.

"You don’t steer by where you’ve been… you steer by what you’re willing to believe is ahead."

"Next stop: wherever peace takes the wheel."