This is a song that, after performing it at my favorite open mic spot, 192 Brewing in Kenmore, WA, my friend and colleague, Matt, came up to me and said "I can't wait to hear that song when it's finished". I was stunned and I don't recall what I said. Moments later I felt indignant. "The Road is done!" I thought to myself. I've now, I think, realized what he meant; The Road needs another verse.
Now, I'm hesitant to even post this here, because it's not done you see. <sighs> but I know myself well enough to know that I may not ever finish it for real; it is done enough, I can perform it proudly still, if I add a verse, then I'll update the post.
Anyway, this song is about exactly what you would think it to be about: moving, growing, traveling, leaving, arriving. The road is life; an elementary symbolism. My ex-girlfriend, Tiffany, helped me write this song. I owe a thanks to her for that, among other things. More specifically, this song is about looking at yourself in the mirror, not liking what you see, but trying to move past all that. I guess it's about moving on.
I look at my reflection
These cold and tired eyes
Like an empty ocean
How deeply still it sighs
I try n’ turn away
Instead inside I say “wake up”
Please wake up
Please wake up
I turn around the corner
Still that same old road
I just ignore the murmur
Claiming I’m too old
Trying to press on
Until that sinking’s gone don’t give up
Please don’t give up
Please don’t give up
Have I thrown in the towel
Given up on myself
Can I shake my own hand?
Can I bargain with myself?
When I look into those eyes I can’t help but wonder why
You left me behind
You left me behind
But now I sing—that’s alright
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