D.C. Trails

Looking for a lonely road Introduce myself to myself Spinning the wheels like an old conversation It was with me and no one else The past is just a fading ghost The future is so very hard to tell Taking my time to straighten out the tangles It was a better day than most You were born, I was alive It's a window you can only look inside You were gone, I had arrived The storm is coming we were driving in the eye And I waited And I waited Yes I waited And I waited It was shifting as we're crossing the divide Depression on the radio A sentimental dispatch from the hills Feeling the music and my mind was dancing I couldn't help but sitting still Going far, coming home Heading for the margins of the grid Woke up this morning with a smile on my face It was the best thing that I ever did