On the Road
Now as you turn the next page
It don't get better with age
Or so it's been told
But you still hope to find
All the dreams left behind
On the road
One thing that life has taught you
All those things that you ought to
Can't be bought or sold
And though you keep on trying
All your dreams lay there dying
On the road
Beneath the heat of the day
Your feet are turning to clay
And your heart's growing cold
Those old memories seem stronger
Yet the days just grow longer
On the road
When the lines in the mirror
On your face growing clearer
Are looking cracked and old
You strive to stay on track
But you can't turn the clock back
On the road
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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