The Road (DEMO) by Ulysses Fox

Just a few more weeks to melt the winter snows
When I can finally escape these debts I owe
The peaches in the roadside stalls are looking ripe
Im running for the hills where time might pass me by

Went ahead and flushed the drugs in Tennessee
I’ve forgotten every friend and burned every bridge I see
This Appalachian time has bled me dry
And I’m praying to a god that’s left this mountainside

When I’ve nothing left to prove
I’ll find my way back to you

I’ve got my little hut within the evergreens
A leatherbound book, a car, and gasoline
This river bends and ends beyond the pines
Here I’ll bide my time and settle on a place to hide

When I’ve nothing left to prove
I’ll find my way back to you

Cause I’m on the road

When I’ve nothing left to prove
I’ll find my way back to you