The road I’m on
by Steven Clotzman

Every once and awhile I find myself in this scene
Where I wait in the dark for the red to turn green
I see a house in the distant the porch light flickers and fades
In a shadowy blue and I’m reminded of you and the choices I’ve made
If I could take it back today
In a letter or a song
Maybe there’d be some other way
Than searching for the meaning of the road I’m on

It doesn’t rise, twist or turn; it’s just a line straight instead
That takes me further from you and deeper into my head
How can you know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been?
Maybe I’ll get there someday—what else can I say with my head to the wind?
If I could take it back today
Or at least somehow move beyond
Maybe there’d be some other way
Than praying for the ending of the road I’m on

Mama tried to tell me,
Can’t you see you’re blessed?
Daddy tried to tell me,
Do your best.

There are days that I wish I could let it all go
And there are nights when my dreams are as pure as the snow
But there was nothing pure in my heart when I was holding that girl
Sometimes a vision of light can just be so bright it sends your head in a swirl
If I could take it back today
I know it wouldn’t right this wrong
But maybe there’d be some other way
Than suffering through the silence of the road I’m on

Mama tried to tell me,
Can’t you see you’re blessed?
Daddy tried to tell me,
Do your best.

If I could take it back today
Or like the heavens fade at dawn
Maybe there’d be some other way
Than moving through the twilight of the road that I’m on


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