Some may look down the road you came on
Hoping to find a background they belong to
Brown mountain color, precipitous twist of road
Some may look down the road you came on
Hoping to find that weighty harmony
Far-off sheep flock, low-hugging clouds
Yet I know
Amid the sounds of turning wheels
While trying to nurse upon anemic sunlight
You are plunged into a loss of direction
Such as you never knew