on the road

no place to go

he sees lights ahead

and starts to slow

a familiar place

brings back a face

so many years

since their last embrace

it wasn’t planned this way

an empty highway

brought him here today

and in the end all alone

no friends no family

and no place called home

head in hands

lights down low

a voice he once knew says

“how are ya joe”

silver hair

he said

“is that you Claire

it’s been a long long time

and I’ve searched everywhere”

it wasn’t planned this way

an empty highway

brought him here today

and in the end all alone

no friends no family

and no place called home

the path he chose

was so long and cold

he let his life flow by and

now he’s old

the games he played

no chance to win

He’d sell his soul

for that high again

it wasn’t planned this way

an empty highway

brought him here today

and in the end all alone

no friends no family

and no place called home

no place called home

and no place called home