The Road

Way off in the distance Caught beneath the day Wading in the holy waters Just another stray Bringing in the snakes and buzzards Seeking blood and bone Far from the destination Further still from home Further still from home Further from the place Where I learned to live this life with grace Will I find that home Will I see your face Or will I ride this road into the grave Thunderheads are rolling over Dark and dusty lands Leading me to the muddy waters Where I never stood a chance The shadows there grew so much longer Seeping through my soul Pulling me into their vices And never letting go Further still from home Further from the place Where I learned to live this life with grace Will I find that home Will I see your face Or will I ride this road into the grave Caught between the lines Of a life so fleeting Longing for the day I'm home Further still from home Further from the place Where I learned to live this life with grace Will I find that home Will I see your face Or will I ride this road into the grave Will I find that home Will I see your face Or will I ride this road into the grave