Dusty Road

Sometimes I dream about old dusty roads Driving through the dirt, with no where to go I've passed many hitchhikers Their showin skin and money But none of that means anything to me None of that means anything to me I keep driving along that old dusty road Searching for the reason, why I even left home I keep driving through the dirt and the mud Thinking of all the things that I have done I shift into neutrul as I cruise down a hill My mind slips for a bit And a deer ran out from a feild I slammed on the brakes And dust flew up high That's when I knew that everything was alright I keep driving along that old dusty road Searching for the reason, why I even left home I keep driving through the dirt and the mud Thinking of all the things that I should have done My car has ran out of gas And this lonely road becomes clear What would have been different if I stopped To talk to the hitch hikers and the deer Maybe if I picked them up, theyd help me push my car Or maybe they would robbed me dry And killed me with a crobar Or maybe I'd just drive by and pretend they werent there Cause they were never there No they were never there I'm pushing my car down an old dusty road Wondering why I still haven't gone home My shoes are covered in dirt and mud Giving proof of something that I have done