my face cold against its harsh touch
bright, blinding lights pass on by
some say go, some say stop--its my choice
its silent, just me and the stars--alone
i want to take the highway to freedom land
yet all roads eventually lead home
so i'll make a circle of the city again
maybe if enough white lines sail on
i'll reach the end of now and eternity
a bitter-sweet thought that has gone
there is nowhere to go, nowhere for me
white knuckles on the wheel, its a fight
of the mind and heart--clashing and crashing
a sort of mental breakdown for me tonight
whats the word for what i've been feeling?
only me and the silence could ever know
its not unhappiness, i'm not suffering
i've got breath, i'm alive and i know how
to get on by when others feel like dying
oh blessed lines in this long enduring road
lead me to a place i'm not lost, a place i know
allow me to feel familiar again, is that so forbid?
take me away, i'll follow where you endlessly go