Molly Magdalain The Open Road
It's cold in Colorado and now I'm ready to leave.
For 3 weeks we'll be spirits on the mythic open seas.
On the road like Kerouac, we'll trace our truth across this map.
Through canyon lands and deserts till our troubles take us back
To the open road, this is where I find the truth of my soul.
There's no place like my home on the open road.
We sleep along the shoreline and dream in waves and wind.
Like gypsy souls we travel, most of all we look within.
Reflections I'm confronted by will make me change as much as I can.
In the mirror of these strangers I see clearly who I am
On the open road, this is where I find the truth of my soul.
There's no place like my home on the open road.
We stop to feel the sunshine and the ground in Joshua Tree.
I try not to read the road signs pointing towards reality.
It seems so long that I've been gone, it's just so much that I have grown.
It seems like I could spend forever here upon
The open road, this is where I find the truth of my soul.
There's no place like my home on the open road.
We are all alone. We are all looking for a home.
We are all traveling this road
On the open road, this is where I find the truth of my soul.
There's no place like my home on the open road.
