Closed, Not Gone

Somewhere west of Pontiac, clouds rolled in the daylight black

New road running clean and fast, old 66 just slipping back

Grass grown up through every seam, rising from a worn out dream

County sign said road closed plain, but that old line still knew my name

White line broken, still hanging on, like a name not spoken, but never really gone

Closed, not gone, that old road keeps holding on

Grass through the cracks, sky rolling on, still running by where the world moved on

Closed, not gone, quiet but strong, some roads stop carrying wheels, but still take you home

No taillight glow, no traffic hum, just weeds and wind where the cars don't come

Still that road runs side by side, like a past you can't out drive

You leave a town, you leave it there, then find it again in the evening air

Some things fade, some things don't

You move on, but they ride along

Paint worn thinner, years gone long, but the pull's still there, and the pull's still strong

Closed, not gone, that old road keeps holding on

Grass through the cracks, sky rolling on, still running by where the world moved on

Closed, not gone, quiet but strong, some roads stop carrying wheels, but still take you home

Everybody's got one road buried by the year

Still it catches light sometimes and brings you back from here

Not for speed, not for show, just to tell you you don't lose every road

Closed, not gone, that old road keeps holding on

Grass through the cracks, storm moving on, still running by where the world moved on

Closed, not gone, quiet but strong, some roads stop carrying wheels, but still take you home