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