I want to go straight on this winding road
and embrace the earth in a flurry of green, brown, and red.
Then I’ll be free of this cumbersome load.
I no longer care about finding the meaning of life's code
I exist only in these four walls and on this bed
I want to go straight on this winding road
"Please God, change this please," I plead.
"I need to be free of this cumbersome load."
Morning slowly steeps in, and I grab the keys and hit the road
Driving 65 up a mountain and it goads,
“You don’t have the courage,”
but I went straight on a winding road,
now I’m free. Free of my cumbersome load.
