Road Less Traveled © 2017
by E. Christine Anderson (BMI)
There’s just some things I should have learned by now:
How to speak and when to listen,
To act my age, but Lord, I don’t know how,
I worry what I could be missing
And when I think of all the bad advice,
Pitched by rulers from their castles,
I think it’s better just to toss the dice,
‘Cause kings don’t care about my hassles.
Round and round, truth or dare,
Where’s the leader who might really care?
So take my hand, and walk this way,
We’ll hang together, come what may.
This road is busy, but we'll find our peace,
By seeking out the way that’s narrow.
Though few may travel here, they walk with ease,
And hear the beauty of the sparrow.
Round and round, truth or dare,
Where’s the leader who might really care?
So take my hand, and walk this way,
We’ll hang together, come what may.
My soul listens to the rising creek,
I know this sound is more than babble.
It’s telling me that now’s the time to speak,
And take the road that is less traveled.
