Open Road

“The Prodigal remembers growing up, before he set out into the world, and recalls how he viewed it then…

“When I was a boy in Winthrop, Iowa, I vividly remember riding our bikes to the North edge of town (which was on a hill). There, on a dusty gravel road guarded by cattails with choruses of grasshoppers and frogs on hot summer days, seeing the patchwork of fresh fields of corn or beans, I felt the warmth of Life. I remember feeling “Life is wide open! I love being alive! I have an exciting future in front of me!” Of course, as we try our best to “grow up,” we hit rough patches and sometimes become jaded over time… We can question ourselves and even doubt our worth in some chapters of our lives…  However, that Open Road is always there! We just have to get on our bikes and see it again!”


Open Road, I’ve seen you before
When the world seemed so much more
Open Road as far as I could see
Is there an Open Road for me?
 
Just past the houses on the edge of town
Our bikes of summer touched ground
Green fields with red barns arranged so orderly
A gravel road, the sun on me  
 
Open Road, I’ve seen you before
When I was young, no summer bored
Open Road, you were there for me
 
Open Road, I’ve walked you before
When I thought I knew so much more
Open Road, I could see what I could be
There was an Open Road for me
 
Oh how my chores are so different now
Traffic lights and late nights on the prowl
Sold my dreams of glory long ago
Traded in for? I don’t know
 
Open Road, I’ve seen you before
The world I knew was so much more
An Open Road as far as I could see
 
Open Road, I’ve walked you before
When I knew oh so much more
Open Road, what was I to be? 
Is there an Open Road for me?
 
Open Road, I’ve seen you before
As I pick myself up off the floor
I catch a glimpse
Of something I could be
 
Open Road, I’ve seen walked before
Long before this heavy load
Open Road, are you still there for me?
Is that an Open Road I see?