Freeway

They say life is an open road,
but there is nothing free about the freeway
always carrying just one last load,
nothing is where we in the end find our way.

Finding your way,
so much harder these days.
So much regret to carry,
so much love to bury.
Out on the road, never home,
trying to not collapse while you roam.

Sunsets and champagne,
empty promises of fame.
Nobody knows your name,
when you too have forgotten your shame.
Always looking over your shoulder,
never wiser, just another year older.


Finding your way,
so much harder these days.
So much regret to carry,
so much love to bury.
Out on the road, never home,
trying to not collapse while you roam


I saw her yesterday, in a yard so grave,
wasn't really the same, no need to be brave.
She didn't have much to say,
but my feet had stopped running so that's okay.
"I miss you" was all I could scream,
looking out on the highway for one last dream.

Finding your way,
so much harder these days.
So much regret to carry,
so much love to bury.
Out on the road, never home,
trying to not collapse while you roam