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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