The interstates risky when the clouds hang low
The headlights blow in each direction we go
The mountain stays rugged in the half lit night
Waiting on the sun to show
And I feel unfinished like a novel half written
The ending isn't yet to be known
I'm young and I wish I knew this A long time ago
When the rock slide drops life onto your head
When the road seems wicked and the sun seems dead
I can be a pillar and a flash lights glow
Treading through the tunnel ahead
And the dreams they pass like trains under cities
Stopping for the people who chose
To get on and I wish that I did a long time ago
