Away from the lights of the city, you'll see stars
Joshua trees harvest moon beams all the while
Juniper smoke drifts through the valleys that sit still, quietly waiting as minutes turn into years
Waiting for the sun to show the way
Back in the old days they still had new ways
Endlessly circling the sun
The bother with these days are infinite highways, too many forks in the road
Lead you to nothing, but searching for something
The journey is what you become
Following footsteps, sidestepping regrets, forging a path of your own