Highway 33

I’ve been traveling again, 5,000 miles in 9 days.

You’d think that after all these years, I’d learn it’s not about the place.

You might think I’d find something that would make me want to stay.

But when I can’t find peace at home, I look out at the interstate.

So now I’m on I-65, just 4 more hours to the next town

In the backseat of my mind, I know that’s 2 hours from your house.

And I’m wondering what would happen if I showed up unannounced.

Would you smile, my love, to see me? Would you turn me back around?

I’ve been running, pedal to the ground

Chasing something. Am I lost or am I found?

At a crossroad between who I’ve been and want to be.

All that’s left is one left turn on Highway 33.

I’ve been traveling again, writing stories in my head.

Replaying conversations, all the things I should’ve said

Until reality sets in—there’s a reason that I left.

Said I was starting over, kept my bags packed ever since.

I’ve been running, pedal to the ground

Chasing something. Am I lost or am I found?

At a crossroad between who I’ve been and want to be.

All that’s left is one left turn on Highway 33.

I could find the key to our old place

Go back to you and our old ways.

Or plant new roots and settle in.

Commit to change, begin again.

There’s a choice in every turn,

When yellow lines start to blur.

I could, I should, I wish, I were.

But I’ll keep driving.

Because I’ve been running, pedal to the ground

Chasing something. Am I lost or am I found?

At a crossroad between who I’ve been and want to be.

All that’s left is one left turn on Highway 33.