D.C. Trails

Looking for a lonely road
 Introduce myself to myself
 Spinning the wheels like an old conversation
 It was with me and no one else
 The past is just a fading ghost
 The future is so very hard to tell
 Taking my time to straighten out the tangles
 It was a better day than most
 You were born, I was alive
 It's a window you can only look inside
 You were gone, I had arrived
 The storm is coming we were driving in the eye
 And I waited
 And I waited
 Yes I waited
 And I waited
 It was shifting as we're crossing the divide
 Depression on the radio
 A sentimental dispatch from the hills
 Feeling the music and my mind was dancing
 I couldn't help but sitting still
 Going far, coming home
 Heading for the margins of the grid
 Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
 It was the best thing that I ever did