In the Clear

Well, here I am, pulled over now, just crying on the shoulder

Down the road that I've been driving on for days

So, I aim my moral compass, but it's spinning like a wheel

And you could take that many different ways

I've had days as black as nighttime and nights that lasted years

I spent a thousand hours on my knees

Broke down and started praying, but I was pleading with the wind

Just to never feel the difference in the breeze

They say Heaven knows the road is slow, Lord, how the hell would Heaven know?

Just where am I supposed to go from here?

How much longer now before I'm in the clear?

Every mile I turned over flashes by a little slower

And I guess I better find a place to stay

'Cause the lightning in the distance and the thunderheads roll by

And the morning seems to hurry far away

When the fog lifts off the valley where the half-moon hides a halo

Beneath the veil of silver linen haze

Maybe then, I'll journey onward with the darkness in my eyes

While I'm holding on to hopes of brighter days

They say Heaven knows the road is slow, Lord, how the hell would Heaven know?

Just where am I supposed to go from here?

How much longer now before I'm in the clear?

They say Heaven knows the road is slow, Lord, how the hell would Heaven know?

Just where am I supposed to go from here?

How much longer now before I'm in the clear?