There’s purpose to the things you do What you were told The universe is carefully built, the pieces fit together And there is a plan for you Oh, how the future Seems like something wonderful The open road
In your head your interpreter said: The upper hand The smallest thing could turn your world. You knew it in your heart. You were meant for something grand All of the choices Discarded for the desirable one The open road
On the comfort cloud that’s far from doubt You look ahead Deep into the shadows of the valley of death There’s a long, long, long way down Always look forward And never, ever look around The open road
Down the far end of the road Lies the land of plenty What it means I do not know Something full or something empty Down to the ground or up the garden path? Ignorance or full acceptance?
The open road
He kept his sanity, integrity In a world of hurt Surviving all the horrors of a holocaust But then everything was lost A drunken driver Took his life and never knew The open road
Down the far end of the road Lies the land of plenty What it means I do not know Something full or something empty Down to the ground or up the garden path? Ignorance or full acceptance?