Our Routes
It was late at night in the tall grass
The stars, my windows
My blanket, the sky above
I was in the room of Love
Earlier in the day I sat in the shade
Of my own family tree
Wondering
Where to place me
Through these hard times
I faced hard times blind
I didn't know
'Cause in my mind
I took a turn at every sign
Now I hear the wind blow
I wanna branch in all directions
Plant my roots and watch 'em grow
Now here I am and the moments are passed
I'm dear to them
I got my son at last
Man, I just adore him
He's still leading the race at the speedway
Setting the pace for
The changes of my day
I just can't ignore them
'Cause there's danger
If he turns into a stranger
I didn't know
And that little saint there
Becomes a feeling growing fainter
Like an echo
I hope he finds a direction
Plans his route before he goes...