Road Home
Foggy gray sky, yellow hills.
The day is vague, the place is vacant.Where has everyone gone?
I feel like I'm in a tunnel. I don't know when I'll emerge.
Head down. Keep moving. Try to do what is best and right.
Let go sometimes.
Foggy gray sky, yellow hills.
The day is vague, the place is vacant.Where has everyone gone?
I feel like I'm in a tunnel. I don't know when I'll emerge.
Head down. Keep moving. Try to do what is best and right.
Let go sometimes.