I WAS DRIVIN' MYSELF
CRAZY
RUNNIN' LATE AGAIN
MY THOUGHTS ABOUT
AS SCATTERED
AS LEAVES IN
THE WIND
A SERVANT IN
A SELFISH WORLD
A SLAVE TO THE DIME
RACIN' LIKE
SOMEONE INSANE
TO BE THE FIRST IN LINE
THEN I SAW IT
THERE ON HIGHWAY
FORTY-THREE
AND THAT MOMENT
SENT A CHILL
ALL OVER ME
A WOODEN CROSS
BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
A PLAIN WHITE MARKER
A STORY TOLD
MADE ME THINK
THAT MY TIME WILL COME
THERE'S A LAST MILE
TRAVELED
FOR EVERYONE
WHAT A LIFE TO LIVE
WE'RE JUST
PASSIN' THROUGH
OUR DAYS
ARE LIKE YEARS
PRECIOUS AND FEW
4 BAR
BREAK
I MADE MYSELF
A PROMISE
RIGHT THERE AND
RIGHT THEN
I'D DO THE THINGS
THAT MATTER
BEFORE MY
JOURNEY'S END
I'D MEND SOME
BROKEN FENCES
I'D TEAR DOWN
SOME WALLS
I'D SAY ALL THOSE
"I LOVE YOU'S"
THAT I'D BEEN
PUTTIN' OFF
SO I PULLED OVER
AT THE FIRST
PAY PHONE I SAW
NO MORE WAITING
FOR A BETTER TIME
TO CALL
A WOODEN CROSS
BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
A PLAIN WHITE MARKER
A STORY TOLD
MADE ME THINK
THAT MY TIME
WILL COME
THERE'S A LAST MILE
TRAVELED
FOR EVERYONE
WHAT A LIFE TO LIVE
WE'RE JUST
PASSIN' THROUGH
OUR DAYS
ARE LIKE YEARS
PRECIOUS AND FEW