Not knowing what is on the road ahead
Isn’t as scary
When I realize
It's because I am headed to a new place.
The old roads, filled with potholes
Have seen the last of my smiling face.
There are blue skies
And green pastures
Ahead for me.
The tank is full
And I am on my way.
I have so much to give
And I finally believe
Someone is waiting
To take it.
Look out, baby,
Here I come.