Heading down a two lane road
Hemmed in by a painted yellow stripe.
On the way to where Iâ€™m going,
If I ever get there at all.
Headlights stare at me
From the other side of the line,
Going where Iâ€™ve already been.
What will they find there
That I never did?
And a bend in the concrete road
Makes us both alone again,
Winding our ways home
Or to a place weâ€™ve never been
Or nowhere weâ€™ll ever find.
Itâ€™s the last leg of a road trip
I didnâ€™t even know I was taking.
It just started, like an idea
Rolling around in the back of my head.
Where signposts offer sympathy
I take no notice of,
Not even the rusted yellow warnings
Of what lies in wait
Around a bend in the concrete road
Where Iâ€™m alone,
Winding my way home
Or somewhere Iâ€™ve only thought about
Or to the place Iâ€™ve been searching for all along.
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