If you can picture yourself on the road

The one that exists in your mind

If you can walk those steps again

You’ll be surprised at what you find.

 

The road that was in your head

Has already found you walking:

When you looked ahead,

It was your footsteps waiting.

 

Then you heard the song of the road,

Under the dirt and the dust,

Heard the song of the Delta blue

And found a song you already knew.

 

You were humming it.

It went like this.

 

There are roads there in the beginning;

Roads that take us to the end.

Roads that we can’t help loving -

The dips, turns and bends.

 

Whether it is gravel or old stone

A dust track, dirt or blues

Your life travels the roads

- the familiar and the strange.

 

There’s something about you now -

Small figure walking the track,

Growing into the distance

Avoiding the dips and the cracks,

 

Trying not to look back.

The road that was in your head

The road that was in your head

Is already up ahead.

 

The road that was your friend

Will be waiting in the end.

It will hold out a helping hand

As you draw your line in the sand.