i left home when i was seventeen
i just grew tired of falling down
and i'm sure i was told
the allure of the road
would be all i found
and all the answers that i started with
turned out questions in the end
so years roll on by
and just like the sky
the road never ends
and the people who love me still ask me
when are you coming back to town
and i answer quite frankly
when they stop building roads
and all god needs is gravity to hold me down