I hear the highway and see the lights
Race by—no one ever wants to take
The long way. Some are not allowed.
Some don't see the point,
But some of us are still here, tracing
The winding roads that are ignored—
Feeling the point in our souls.
I hear the highway and see the lights
Race by—no one ever wants to take
The long way. Some are not allowed.
Some don't see the point,
But some of us are still here, tracing
The winding roads that are ignored—
Feeling the point in our souls.