Endless Highways
On this road to nowhere, rolling ‘neh rhythms of a restless rain,
Asphalt whispers, winding tales, through windows streaked with pain.
Headlights hunting horizons that hide behind the haze,
Fueling the freedom of the night, where the road unwinds and sways.
Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,
Each mile a memory fading fast, in the rearview of the ride.
No signposts to salvation, just the endless stretch of trials,
On these lonely lanes of longing, counting down the miles.
Through towns forgotten by time, under stoplights blinking red,
Where echoes of old engines stir the secrets long since dead.
The hum of the highway, a hymn in the hollow heart’s hold,
Cruising past shadows, stories untold, in the cold.
Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,
Each mile a memory fading fast, in the rearview of the ride.
No signposts to salvation, just the endless stretch of trials,
On these lonely lanes of longing, counting down the miles.
The map is marked in milestones of missteps and mistakes,
Each curve and corner a course where the soul awakes.
Seeking a destinion in the depth of the dark,
Fuel burnt on a fantasy, a fire from a spark.
Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,
Each mile a memory fading fast, in the rearview of the ride.
No signposts to salvation, just the endless stretch of trials,
On these lonely lanes of longing, counting down the miles.
On this road to nowhere, rolling ‘neh rhythms of a restless rain,
Asphalt whispers, winding tales, through windows streaked with pain.
Headlights hunting horizons that hide behind the haze,
Fueling the freedom of the night, where the road unwinds and sways.
Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,
Each mile a memory fading fast, in the rearview of the ride.
No signposts to salvation, just the endless stretch of trials,
On these lonely lanes of longing, counting down the miles.
Through towns forgotten by time, under stoplights blinking red,
Where echoes of old engines stir the secrets long since dead.
The hum of the highway, a hymn in the hollow heart’s hold,
Cruising past shadows, stories untold, in the cold.
Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,
Each mile a memory fading fast, in the rearview of the ride.
No signposts to salvation, just the endless stretch of trials,
On these lonely lanes of longing, counting down the miles.
The map is marked in milestones of missteps and mistakes,
Each curve and corner a course where the soul awakes.
Seeking a destinion in the depth of the dark,
Fuel burnt on a fantasy, a fire from a spark.
Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,
Each mile a memory fading fast, in the rearview of the ride.
No signposts to salvation, just the endless stretch of trials,
On these lonely lanes of longing, counting down the miles.