All Roads

All Roads

Some years ago, a friend posted a photo of her son, sitting on the curb with a teddy bear, waiting anxiously for his Cinderella to arrive. The tagline was: “this is what pretty girls do to boys”.

I took an old, undeveloped lyric idea and tried to tell that story from the point of view of a guy who – for whatever reason, is trying – unsuccessfully – to “move on”.

Lyrics:

Rollin’ down the highway, but goin’ nowhere

Tryin’ to find somebody who can really care

Like you – say you do

That wanderlust is itchin’ and I don’t like the heat

They say get out of the kitchen, boy – don’t be dragging your feet

Cause you know

There’s plenty of other places to go

But it doesn’t matter where I go

All roads lead to you

Every long and winding road I know,
just brings me back to the truth.
Yeah, the way’s wide open, but the truth stays true —
All roads, all roads lead to you.

I re-arranged the furniture, tried changing my view,

Didn’t make a difference – it’s like the walls remember you.

Stumblin’ through my days feelin’ half-awake,

Like a dream I can’t break through.

I tell my friends “yeah, I’m doin’ fine”,

But my heart knows I’m lying too…

(Yeah, I know…)

The end of every road is you.

It doesn’t matter where I go,
All roads lead to you.
Every turn, every high or low,
Brings me back to what I knew.

Yeah, I’ve been tryin’, but I can’t break through —
All roads, all roads lead to you.

I thought a taste of freedom would set me free,
But the price it demands is just too high for me.
Every compass direction, every guiding star I choose,
Spin me back around to you.

It doesn’t matter where I go,
All roads lead to you.
Every song, every late-night show,
Feels jut like déjà vu.

the reasons keep changin’, but the truth stays true —
All roads, all roads lead to you.