Cross Roads.

Left.
Right.
The High Road.
The Low Road.
The Dirt Road.
I need a map,
To find my way,
Just have to get away,
From all the ties
that bind me.
To the Past I leave behind me.

Follow the Cars,
Follow the Bikes,
Follow the Lines,
Follow the Wind,
Onto the road.
That leads away.
For the love of all,
I must not stay.

To slow at a walk,
To slow at a jog,
To slow at a run,
I need to be gone,
Faster.

No way to know.
Which way to go.

Left.
Right.
The High Road.
The Low Road.
The Dirt Road.
I need a map,
To find my way,
Just have to get away.

From this town I run away,
Into the arms of a new day.
The sun will rise again,
some day,
So I will keep on going my way.