I heard the whispers
of a preachers daughter
At the crossroads
Of cold water canyon
\"You won\'t meet your destiny
On the roads you haven\'t taken\"
If I strike you as a religious man, I\'m afraid you are mistaken
\"When you get to me
You\'ll see there\'s no wrong direction\"
I\'ve got half a tank of gas,
a beaten head full of dreams, a whole lot of guilt Inside of me
blurring my minds eyes visibility
\"you can\'t achieve these dreams until you have awakened\"
Now I don\'t know which way to go
The road ahead is not my home
The road back west is filled with ghosts
Her Eastern tones are filled with hope
Like a dove amongst the crows