Did you note me driving?

I followed the only path I saw.

Can’t you see I’m trying?

I’m just looking for a little awe.

Feels like years I’ve been out here, putting up with signs.

Hoping for a broken scaffold and for the sun to resign

When the night comes to drown the flashes of the day

don’t leave me with these road side horrors, they come up to stay.

Did you write down what I did, mark it in your book?

There’s nothing easy about knowing the steps you mistook.

For years I’ve been out here, putting up with signs

Hoping for a broken scaffold and for the sun to resign