And now that I'm on the road,
It doesn't seem so different.
Quiet, lonely, and somewhat cold
Differences seem less apparent.
 

Footprints, strewn across the land,
I know I'm not alone.
For others stood where I stand
Miles away from home.
 

I took the road less traveled by
Not knowing where to go
And now it seems so hot and dry
Down old Cannery Row.
 

Standing on a hilltop
Looking down the valley
Only to find a cheap stage prop
From some old Hollywood movie.
 

Down the road less traveled by
I turn to look around
Crouching down, I weep and cry,
Upon this humbled ground.
 

Now I pause, to stand here
And I look to all horizons,
Everywhere is nowhere,
No sight of my destination.