Winding Roads

Winding roads have no place to go

And they don’t apologize for it

In and out they meander under clouds above that

Hold their tears within

Rolling hills have surrendered their will

Still I breath a heavy heaven

Leaves fall to the ground with the most familiar sound as

Memory rustles in the wind

I can feel it

I think I’ve lost myself

I am restless

It’s time for something else

Lack of control chills my drifting soul

So I run on inhibition

My job is to be and yet I constantly seek

Fragile contentment

I can feel it

I think I’ve lost myself

I am restless

It’s time for something else

Ooooh

I can feel it

I think I’ve lost myself

I am restless

It’s time for something else