Verse 1

I took the long road past the mill

With dust along my coat

The hill kept asking one more step

My tired legs said no

I carried what I could not mend

And left the rest behind

A little breath, a little will

Still moving through the pines

Chorus

These are the last of my strength, old road

The last small match I can hold

But I’ll spend it getting through this mile

Then rest where the morning turns gold

Verse 2

The rent was due, the roof let rain

The phone stayed quiet all week

I folded every hard goodbye