Back road, back road, drifting aimlessly
Back road back road, many sights to see,
Glittery skies and tall mountain pines,
They grow and fall with the fires of time
Whether the burning blazing kind,
Or the dollar signs in peoples’ eyes
How now spirit, what hold have you here?
The enchantment of the spring rain,
Inner peace in the world’s chaos game
The growth of your soul while it all stays the same?
No one, nowhere, nothing to hold
Will be that ocean’s last standing wave,
if the fall is to the side of life,
and you’re not in the center to make the play.
Back road, Back road, drifting aimlessly,
Back road, back road, many sights to see.