Took the long way home
drivin’ around
Tryin’ to get the words straight in my head
fell down
crawlin’ around
finding out my tongue’s made out of lead
with so many broken pieces
kickin’ up the dust we left behind
back then
back when you were mine
3 am
the night never ends
(tryin’ to) get myself, back behind the wheel
ready to drop
and another truck stop
is this what I imagine, or is it what I feel
in so many broken pieces
diggin’ through the mem’ries left behind
back then
back when you were mine
Endless road
in a pickup truck
the highway keeps me company tonight
no blame
no playin’ games
just endless black that fades to endless white
my mind like a broken mirror
nothing hidden, seeing me right through
drivin’
in a circle back to you
Took the long way home
drivin’ around
tryin’ to remember the words inside my head
stepped down
standing around
it’s probably best that my tongue’s made out of lead
with so many broken pieces
pickin’ up the mess I left behind
I’ll die tryin’
or I’ll get it right this time
© 2025 Andrew Steed