Every Road I Travel

Every Road I Travel

This old interstate holds no sympathy
For the miles that come between you and me
And the telephone provides no consolation
Among the hours, and weeks, and miles of separation
The only way to keep from second-guessing
Is to spend that time counting all my blessings

Out in the wild blue yonder- absence makes the heart grow fonder
Where there's nothing but the highway to hold on to
When I'm weary from the saddle and I start to come unraveled
Sometimes the only thing that pulls me through
Is knowing every road I travel always leads me back to you

I've never walked the path of least resistance
But somehow I've found a way to go the distance
It's a way of life that's hard to comprehend
Full of ups and downs and fair-weather friends
The only thing that seems to make it better
Is to dream about the times we’ll spend together

Out in the wild blue yonder- absence makes the heart grow fonder
Where there's nothing but the highway to hold on to
When I'm weary from the saddle and I start to come unraveled
Sometimes the only thing that pulls me through
Is knowing every road I travel always leads me back to you

Every moment, every mile
Suddenly seems worthwhile
I forget all about this old rat-race
The second that I see your smiling face

Out in the wild blue yonder- absence makes the heart grow fonder
Where there's nothing but the highway to hold on to
When I'm weary from the saddle and I start to come unraveled
Sometimes the only thing that pulls me through
Is knowing every road I travel always leads me back to you


(Milan Miller, Songs From The Stillhouse, SESAC)