Lights on the Highway

What wicked shadow settled on my face, Why didn’t I fight back, why didn’t I change? I let the years roll by like pouring rain, Now I’m standing on life’s highway in the fast lane. Waiting for a truck to crush what still survives, Counting all the ghosts I carried through my nights. Every wrong decision echoes in my chest, Like a prayer unanswered, like a heart unrested. So I keep walking though my knees still shake, Through every memory I cannot escape. Praying there’s a meaning to the scars I hide, Before another truck comes roaring through my life. Now I’m digging through the ruins of the past, Trying to rebuild what never seemed to last. But what if every door I force just closes more? What if healing only leaves me more at war? I’m scared the weight will pull me down again, Back into the dark I barely left back then. One more shattered hope, one more broken thread, And I might lose the little strength I have left. So I keep walking though my knees still shake, Through every memory I cannot escape. Praying there’s a meaning to the scars I hide, Before another truck comes roaring through my life. And if I fail, where do I go from here? If the road disappears beneath my fear? I don’t wanna end up stranded all alone, Like a soul in the desert with no way home. Standing in the silence of a world unknown, No map to follow, nowhere left to roam. Just endless sand beneath a burning sky, Not knowing where to run or even why. So I keep walking though my knees still shake, Through every memory I cannot escape. Praying there’s a meaning to the scars I hide, Before another truck comes roaring through my life. Still there’s a fragile fire under all this pain, A trembling little hope whispering my name. Maybe broken things can learn to breathe again, Maybe storms don’t always have to win. But I walk carefully across this wire, Between redemption and another fire. ’Cause if I fall this time, I fear the truth: There may be nothing left to pull me through. So I keep walking though my knees still shake, Through every memory I cannot escape. Praying there’s a meaning to the scars I hide, Before another truck comes roaring through my life.