The Journey

I’m driving into the cold dark night
And I’m hoping that the morning light
Will have answers to the questions
That burn my soul
The tires just keep slapping the road
They keep adding weight to my heavy load
I’m hurting and it’s starting to take a toll

I don’t know which is emptier
The gas tank or my heart
I’m heading in no direction at all
Looking for a brand new start

There’s an all-night station open ahead
Man puts in some gas, shirt says his name is Fred
Seems friendly, boy,
Could I use a friend right now
But he goes back to his black and white TV
I’ve paid the bill, so he doesn’t see me
Try to get his attention, I wish that I knew how

I lunge towards the horizon
But it gets farther and farther away
My whole world seems uncertain
I hope it changes with the break of day

I’m following the white syncopated line
I fighting fatigue, but for now I feel fine
The coffee's kicking in, my radio's on
I slap my face to keep awake
My truck plunges through the morning mist
I've been gone for hours, I expect I've been missed
I've left all behind, there was nothing to take.

Still there's freedom coming through the window's crack
I have no possessions, but I've nothing to lack
Just being alive is reason enough
To live life today
And the sun is rising over the hill
I going to survive, I know I will
Even if there was a price to pay

Yes, starting anew is hard
There's little that remains
But better to start again
Than to live your life in chains