I came to this town
to escape my pain
But I’ll end up leaving the same way that I came
Cause I’m always blinded surrounded by friends
the comfort and the shelter that I find in the end

I’ll be waiting
When we’re older
And all my motives are showing shoulder
And I know I can’t find
The things for which I’m searching
In the places that I’m looking
But I still have to go

I see the road
It’s curving out southbound and east through the mountains
Alone in my thoughts
And the world seems safer
The minds empty whispers
The comfort and the shelter that I find on the road

And it’s a holy picture that I’m watching unfold
In the greens and the waters
Past the tumbling of my wheels
And if I can shift my focus
Past my own dissatisfaction
Perhaps it will pass
When I’m watching the road

I’ll be waiting
When we’re older
And all my motives are showing shoulder
And I know I can’t find
The things for which I’m searching
In the places that I’m looking
But I still have to go

I still have to go
this time in the morning

I’ll be waiting
When we’re older
And all my motives are showing shoulder
And I know I can’t find
The things for which I’m searching
In the places that I’m looking
But I still have to go