Where The Road Gets Quiet

WHERE THE ROAD GETS QUIET

I spent my years beneath the city lights,
running through the days and losing nights.
But every time the traffic faded low,
I heard a distant voice saying, “Go.”

Take me where the road gets quiet,
where the fields are open wide,
where the evening falls like fire
on the other side.
I had everything I wanted,
but nothing felt like home.
So take me where the road gets quiet,
where I can be alone.

There’s an old house waiting by the creek,
a wooden porch, a roof that leaks.
No neon burning through my window pane,
just summer dust and midnight rain.

— instrumental —

Let the city keep its restless sound,
I’ve got both my feet back on the ground.

Take me where the road gets quiet,
past the county line…
I don’t need another life.
I just need one that’s mine.