There's Gotta Be a Road – Lyrics Page 1

Sometimes the wind blows softly, sometimes the wind blows cold

Sometimes the rain washes seeds away, sometimes the rain makes the crops grow

Sometimes a little bit of distance can make everything look clearer

Sometimes you can't get too far, it's staring back at you in the mirror

Sometimes you can be too rich, sometimes you can look too good

Sometimes all that fame and fortune won't make you the things you should

Sometimes flying's too slow, sometimes you walk too fast

One day we're all just children, the next thing, the years have passed

Sometimes we think we run things, sometimes we lose control

Sometimes the time's just not right, even if you've paid the toll

Sometimes we sit and watch when there's something better we should do

Sometimes watching's wise than all those rushing fools

Somewhere there is a balance, I keep saying that it's true

I'll tell you when I get there, if I get there before you

Sometimes the wind blows softly, sometimes the wind blows cold

Sometimes I think we think too much, worrying just gets you old.

There's a road in Montana they call the Highline

Cuts through the plains like a path to the sun

Saskatchewan is the next stop if you happen to turn north

Range land and cattle and big sky the whole run

My pony and I rode the Highline last year

A flatlander passing through on a quest

I was alone, but not really lonesome

I was taking you with me on the way out west

I was back home a few weeks before you

You had been riding too, in another direction

We shared our stories of the places we'd been

On one of those rare moments of our circles' intersection

That night we lay together, me holding you close

My heart was broke open like never before

A picture floated through my mind like a song

Of another road that I'd never traveled before

Sometimes I have this dream when I'm traveling alone

But it's not a white picket fence around a happy home

It's a lonely road not far from Canada

That just for a little way together we'd roam

I am standing beside a dirt road

Not far from where I once lived

Looking out over the farmlands

I remembered when I was a kid

There are some of the same trees and houses

Some of the neighbors that I used to know

But not everything is the same here

There's a farm that's no longer plowed

There's five or six brand new houses

Corn and wheat are no longer allowed

There's an industrial park up the road some

And the barns that I played in are gone

Maybe you can't hold back progress

The only thing constant is change

And over there is a bridge 'cross the freeway

I used to go there late at night

And I'd watch the tail lights go somewhere

Thinking someday I'd take off in flight

Maybe just into the city

Or maybe thousands of miles away

I would dream of my day on that freeway

Follow tail lights down roads yet to come

Now I'm standing beside this dirt road

But it's no road that I've seen here before

Then I'm looking through eyes that have grown some

I guess this isn't my home anymore

There are clues to what's in my memory

Only signs of what's left in my past

In a while I'll be back on that freeway

Follow tail lights down roads yet to come

I am standing beside a dirt road

Not far from where I once lived

Looking out over the farm land

I remember when I was a kid