“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?