On those dark roads I contemplated my fate
Wandering vagabond to begin anew
My restless, weeping, grievous soul
My only option was to break free

Oh how I needed the company of those winding roads
Dark roads and falling rock mountains
My fear was my passenger unyielding from time to time
The roads became my healer
So I pushed myself as far as I could physically go
As far as I could mentally go



The closer I got to my hot and humid haven
Pieces of my menacing consternation disappeared out the window
Their grave was the state I left them in

Sunny it was, beautiful sweet sunshine haven
She was my refuge as soon as I crossed that line
Far away from my hurt and pain
I was going to start over once more
A sigh of relief as I walked through the door. My own.