the long way

always take the road i've never travelled.
if it's empty, so much the better.
lost, in the middle of nowhere,
i am finally home.

in the wide open spaces,
gold and green prairies under blue skies,
you can see trouble coming a long way off,
and breathe so easy when you don't.

past the rusty tin roofs,
the fallen down homesteads,
past the broken windmills,
and the barbed wire.

out here i yearn to just keep going,
let the miles pile up behind me.
and where i stop i'll start from scratch,
where nobody knows my name.