Driftwood

There's a start to every river like an eye to every storm
 A road that leads out of every town
 with the patterns that are worn straight through my soles.
 We're shaped by the landscapes that we roam.
 This tired town isn't dead but these streets, too small a stage
 My door's fully open but it's too hard to rearrange
 All these boxes in my car. I can't fit them in my four door escape.
 I'm leaving half of these boxes on the road by the river bend
 For someone else to take.
 I don't know why I'm floating all alone
 Mistaken driftwood for solid ground or a home
 The river runs through this town, I have found
 There's nothing really here
 The storm has past, the winds have calmed, alas
 Now the skies are clear
 The skies are clear
 It's like I've had one foot on the break and another foot on the gas
 It's gonna take more than a stop sign
 To halt me in my task of breaking out of here
 Even if I have to break a few hearts
 I'm breaking out of here
 You have to break first before you start to heal.
 It's time for me go
 Take that long and winding road west, dear
 And move past reflection of myself found in the rearview mirror.
 The cracked rearview mirror
 The cracked rearview mirror
 The cracked rearview mirror
 Where objects are always closer than they appear
 The horizon has a golden tint, the window has a glare
 There's nonsense on the radio reminding me there's no need to care
 About how far it is, objects are closer than they appear
 And about how far it is odometer counts it so clear for me