Finding My Way Home

There's a road I must find
There's a way I must go
Many signs come to mind
I just don't know
Death finds the blind
A way I refuse to be
I'm looking to see
Hoping he who is blind isn't me
So I sit on my suitcase
Watching cars pass me by
Hitchhiking home
A day done and gone
    A week long
It rains at night
I lay down to sleep under an overpass
    Outside Sioux City Iowa
    Halfway home
A voice from the sky tells me to have faith
Those who pick you up
They belong to me
I've sent them to help you
    A man in his camper truck
    Buys me breakfast
    Tells me of his service in Vietnam
    Hands me a dime
    Tells me to call home
I'm halfway home mom
Should be home tonight
I'm alright
And everything is fine
    Some wanted to talk
    Some wanted to listen
    A young man bought me a snickers bar
    A psychology student
    Wanted to know what hitchhikers were like
    An old man
    Talking about him being a young man
    He jumped trains then
    A divorcee in an old red rusty Chevy
    With two daughters
    Wished me luck
    Tried to give a ten
    One picked me up just because it was Sunday
There's a road I had to find
There's a way I had to go
Death finds the blind
A way I refuse to be
I'm looking to see
    I'm thankful to God's people
    Who helped me
    When I was lost
    Far Far Away

By:  Roger  Harkness



 
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