Sitting Behind This Wheel

The dawn burns like fire through these hills,

Rolling with the wind across fields of grain.

I hang on each whistle this breeze spills,

Wondering if my heart can stand the strain.

It’s so easy to lose oneself within these turns

When choices fall like leaves upon each curve.

But driving gives a freedom each man earns,

And I’m using mine to help build up my nerve.

For I feel winter coming, yet my soul yearns for spring,

Ready to leave my broken past behind.

For my long nightmare’s over, and I’m shaking off that sling,

Hoping to make the best of what I find.

I don’t know where I’m going to find myself,

Or how I’m going to get there on the run.

But I find I’m in no hurry to clear that shelf.

My destiny can wait until I’m done.

I recognize so many things on these roads,

Yet age makes each memory seem new.

I learn from the pain each thought unloads,

And pray to save my soul before its through.

For I see winter coming, yet my heart yearns for spring,

Ready to leave my broken self behind.

For my long nightmare’s over, and I’m shaking off that sling,

Hoping to make the best of what I find.

I don’t know how much time I’ve got to find my way.

I feel my days are drawing to their end.

But sitting behind this wheel makes it easier to stay,

And I still enjoy exploring ‘round each bend.

I so enjoy exploring ‘round each bend!

For I feel winter coming, yet my soul yearns for spring,

Ready to leave my broken past behind.

For my long nightmare’s over, and I’m shaking off that sling,

Hoping to make the best of what I find.

Hoping to make the best… Hoping to make the best…

Hoping to make the best of what I find!