The Road
by Matthew Welde
the elder said:
don’t you go too far from home
there is nothing out there, leave it alone
everything you want is in your own backyard.
go to the pond, skip a stone
you’ll understand when you are grown
the more you want the more you have to lose; it's hard
everything you want is in your own backyard
i told the man that might be so
but I’ll never know if I don’t go
i packed my things and threw ‘em in my car
maybe I’m naive or maybe I’m smart
i know I’m I unafraid to chase my heart
maybe I’ll go fast or maybe i'll go far
i packed my things and threw ‘em in my car
do what you will
don’t mind me
the road is still the place where lonely spirits go to find another way
out there is where you’ll find another way
the road is where you’ll find your way
the elder said I’ve lived a humble life
carved it out with this handmade knife
the same blade that gave me this here scar
he said I drove out west when I was young
to chase the girls in the blazing sun
landed work pouring drinks; hotel bar
the same blade that gave me this here scar
every night I’d get so drunk
made myself a fool for everyone
i got canned and slept out by the reservoir
had to sell my car to eat
if I had to move I used my feet
and I walked my sorry ass all the way back home
i got canned and slept out by the reservoir
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i saw my little town, rear view mirror
hit the gas, it disappeared
am i running towards or am i running from?
i’ll be riding west til the day is done
did i say goodbye to everyone?
maybe i’ll come back but i've only just begun
am i running towards or am i running from?
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