Winding Road

Seventeen miles to the West Virginia line windin’ steady through these rollin’ hills,
Lazy river stuck on the side of the road and these cloudy skies are givin’ me chills.
Can’t see straight with these mornin’ time blues locked out from my own thoughts and dreams,
It’s a hazy old road that I’m travelin’ on and this old truck’s losin’ steam.

Dry River run, through my tired mind,
Big straight-away now it’s damn near time,
To let the bottom drop out, go into overdrive,
Got my head in the clouds,
And my heart on the line.

Stuck somewhere between the middle of the road and the destination yet unknown,
Never really sure what waits up around the bend.
Is it another curve or some kind of sign that might soothe my soul or ease my mind,
Might give a little peace to the pieces of my mind through the years I’ve left behind.

Dry River run, through my tired mind,
Big straight-away now it’s damn near time,
To let the bottom drop out, go into overdrive,
Got my head in the clouds,
And my heart on the line.

It’s a winding road to the top of the mountain,
It’s a winding road, we’re travelin’ on.

It’s a winding road to the top of the mountain,
It’s a winding road, we’re travelin’ on.

It’s a winding road
It’s a winding road
It’s a winding road
It’s a winding road