Even without this fork in the road there's still a long way home
and the west coast pulls me left away from this cold New England snow
But your dreams are quiet, peaceful in their might
and they're pulling you right
So I went up to the witness stand
I closed my eyes and clasped my hands
I prayed to anything that might answer my prayers
When you asked if my God was the open road
I couldn't say no
Is God just the open road?
I guess we'll never know
So now my path grows evermore consumed by trees and roots
and the branches overhead keep the sunlight from peeking through
But your path is bright, a humble uphill climb
You'll see above the tree line
So I went up to the witness stand
I closed my eyes, you held my hands
I felt them trembling like they would never hold mine again
Well, I've been thinking of the life you live
and I've been wishing I fit better in it
But I hear this calling, it's pulling on me
and it won't let you in
Is God just the open road?
I can't say no
If God is the open road
then it's yours to walk alone
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