Road

Sure you're on a road
And it's long and straight
But does it go somewhere?
Or do you follow fate?

You say what you want
And you've got it right
But is your aim set steady?
And your eye in sight?

My discontented tendencies
Will spin you around
But that's a whole lot better
Than your feet on the ground
You've got your heart still stuck
In two years ago
When I walked out of your world
And set your feet on go.