Icy Roads

Brass bell, white stone patio

A snowstorm down on Lake Hyco

The breeze is playing those damn wind chimes

He's throwing snowballs at street signs

Modelo beer and grill scarred rind

Will lift him up from time to time

But like icicles on the roof he's frozen in

Tied down by guilt, regret, and sin

And he's throwing water on icy roads

Seeking you in life's daily highs and lows

Because hurting still helps him to feel

And if snow covers those roads, maybe they won't feel real

A walk to the dock is so forlorn

Heart is heavy and joints are worn

And the rotted wood, the poles, the old fish plaque

Reminds him of days he can't take back

But the view of the lake is quite sublime

He smiles down at the water's shine

And someone else is in the water too

It's that green-eyed boy that he once knew

And he's throwing water on icy roads

Seeking you in life's daily highs and lows

Because hurting still helps him to feel

And if snow covers those roads, maybe they won't feel real

And all that innocent wonder

Now seems all but gone

And his life keeps passing behind him

Maybe it's time to move on

A rusty key in a broken drawer

To that beat down Ford Explorer

Could carry him off to a better day

Somewhere warm he'd like to stay

And as the wipers do their best to erase

Warm lines of ice mark out his face

Cuz he might crash, burnout, breakdown, or skid

But that doesn't mean he ever should've hid

And now he's driving out on icy roads

Take the next exit, wherever the hell it goes

Because it just takes some time to deal

With all that damn snow, it can feel so real