Long Roads

Yeah that was me you saw when you were drinking at the bar
I almost came up to say hi but you were already heading for the car
Maybe not trusting your eyes, but yeah that was me
Setting up the microphone, pulling out the guitar
Been round the world but when you come back home doesn’t look like you’ve gone far
But that don’t mean you can’t be proud of who you are
Long roads, dark roads, loose ends riverbends

Happy to just be walking around,
no longer afraid to stand up and make a sound
Not like back when you thought you knew me and i barely said a word
Your hand up my skirt didn’t even bother to flirt
And I thought that was OK I got in my head and went far away
Pretended it wasn’t happening so yea back then I sure didn’t sing
Long roads, dark roads, dead ends, misspent

A little jazz, a little blues, song about the joy of finding new shoes
That fit you perfectly who cares how they look
So go ahead judge all you like
You can’t touch me now and I’ve got the mic
And I know to name things exactly as I see them
Low roads, high roads, truth, freedom
Long roads, dark roads