| Road June 1, 2004 If I could run, I'd run to the end of the road. I gotta think about my life, think about it. If you could see through my eyes, you'd see I've fallen inside. I'm on my knees, can you feel my desiease? Is there a way to see tomorrow? Is there a way? I cant erase all of this sorrow. Give me a sign to wake me up. I wither away. Tomorrows just another day to cry. I'll run til I get to the end of the road. |