The Road

With the sun shining off the snow on Shasta's peak

I smile as my dad tells me

He and my mom hiked those hills to the east

Fifty-somethings on the PCT

Green pine trees

And towns called Weed

And rocks with art callin' for fires to cease

I-Five North, I'm just in-between

And I'm happy to be here on the road

Have somewhere to go

Oh, I went to my first Dutch Bros

Wished it was first Wednesday

Cried as I passed Portland

Reasons that I won't say

Fine, let it spill

It's more wonder than regret

I loved a girl two hundred days

And only with her watched one sunset

Sometimes I can't take this love

It fucks me up

It makes me feel rough

Like sugar does

And my blood's so sweet

And it burns to bleed

But I'm glad I breathe

And I'm happy to be here on the road

Have somewhere to go

Grateful to fall in love

Even if love's not what I thought it was

Oh, this world wraps around us, rich and uncontained

Faces face onwards, each and every way

There's so much I wanna wander, my god I love this life

I'm so grateful for getting tired or else I'd never close my eyes

And when I finally die throw me into a volcano

I'll be more at peace when my body can't be labelled

On my way back to the cradle I'll pass through the mantle

That's where I'll dismantle

I'm grateful to be here on the road

Have somewhere to go

Be here on the road

I don't know where it goes, but I know that I'll always find home