Seasoned Roads

There's a line on this face

for the miles I

have run

And another that came from just chasing

the sun

I used to fight hard

for the things I could hold

Now I am learning the art

of letting go

Oh, the hours they slip

like sand through a hand

But the view gets much clearer

right where I stand

It takes a long time to see the whole sky (yeah)

We pay for our wisdom

in tears and in rust

And watch our grand plans crumble back

into dust

Oh, the hours they slip

like sand through a hand

But the view gets much clearer

right where I stand It takes a long time to see the

whole sky (hummmm)

Just a long time to see...