Stopped in front of the old dirt road.
I usually do what I'm told.
And that night the warmth felt so damn cold.
I was feeling young but too old,
anticipating the trouble I'd watch unfold.
I was stopped in front of the old dirt road.
I had nothing on me but the sweats covering my hips, feet, and knees,
I held so much in my heart but lead on to nothing on my mind but holding my keys.
It all happened in the matter of: one, two, three.
I thought I was living a terrible dream when I was stuck on route nine,
the past fifteen miles consisted of rhymes about livng my dreams,
but in the matter of seconds my dreams vanished,
I panicked and everything i had could have became nothing.
I was trapped in a mind full of thoughts and I never got caught,
I just nodded my head, followed the rules and concealed the truth with fear, and knowledge is the only friend on my side, because in that moment I had nothing with everything,
I stopped thinking after I drove away from that old dirt road.