| Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Country - Religious, Country - General |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
[Verse]
Each mile I walked was just a ghost of a prayer
I refused your assistance swore you weren't there
Until the weight of the sky brought me to my knee
As you opened my eyes and made me see
Pre chorus
When you offered a bridge across the rising flood
I stayed in the rain and misunderstood the blood
[Chorus]
Oh the road is a crooked line through the clay
And the truth is a debt I can never quite pay
I pushed back the hand that was reaching for mine
Trading the gold for a taste of the brine
[Verse]
I turned my face from the light of the sun
Counting all the races that I'd already run
I looked at the map but I chose to lose the way
Locked the doors and kept the hounds at bay
Pre chorus
When you offered a bridge across the rising flood
I stayed in the rain and misunderstood the blood
[Chorus]
Oh the road is a crooked line through the clay
And the truth is a debt I can never quite pay
I pushed back the hand that was reaching for mine
Trading the gold for a taste of the brine
[Verse]
I told myself the lies were just a different song
I built a house where I knew I didn't belong
When you offered a bridge across the rising flood
I stayed in the rain and misunderstood the blood
[Verse]
I tried to walk away and leave it all behind
But a restless heart is a difficult thing to bind
I carried my pride like a bag of jagged stone
Thinking I could survive in the shadows alone
[Pre-Chorus]
The wind howls a name I used to call my own
The seeds of defiance are the only ones grown
The silence is loud when the ego has flown
[Chorus]
Oh the road is a crooked line through the clay
And the truth is a debt I can never quite pay
I pushed back the hand that was reaching for mine
Trading the gold for a taste of the brine
Searching for mercy in a fevered design
3:21
[Chorus]
Oh the road is a crooked line through the clay
And the truth is a debt I can never quite pay
I pushed back the hand that was reaching for mine
Trading the gold for a taste of the brine
Searching for mercy in a fevered design
[Outro]