Where The Road Gets Quiet

WHERE THE ROAD GETS QUIET I spent my years beneath the city lights, running through the days and losing nights. But every time the traffic faded low, I heard a distant voice saying, “Go.” Take me where the road gets quiet, where the fields are open wide, where the evening falls like fire on the other side. I had everything I wanted, but nothing felt like home. So take me where the road gets quiet, where I can be alone. There’s an old house waiting by the creek, a wooden porch, a roof that leaks. No neon burning through my window pane, just summer dust and midnight rain. — instrumental — Let the city keep its restless sound, I’ve got both my feet back on the ground. Take me where the road gets quiet, past the county line… I don’t need another life. I just need one that’s mine.