Well, here I am pulled over nowJust crying on the shoulderDown the road that I've been driving on for daysSo I aim my moral compassBut it's spinning like a wheelAnd you could take that many different waysI've had days as black as nighttimeAnd nights that lasted yearsI spent a thousand hours on my kneesBroke down and started prayingBut I was pleading with the windJust to never feel the difference in the breezeThey say heaven knows the road is slowLord, how the hell would heaven know?Just where am I supposed to go from here?How much longer now before I'm in the clear?Every mile I turned over flashes by a little slowerAnd I guess I better find a place to stay'Cause the lightning in the distanceAnd the thunderheads roll byAnd the morning seems to hurry far awayWhen the fog lifts off the valley where the half moon hides a haloBeneath the veil of silver linen hazeMaybe then I'll journey onward with the darkness in my eyesWhile I'm holding on to hopes of brighter daysThey say heaven knows the road is slowLord, how the hell would heaven know?Just where am I supposed to go from here?How much longer now before I'm in the clear?They say heaven knows the road is slowLord, how the hell would heaven know?Just where am I supposed to go from here?How much longer now before I'm in the clear?
