I’m driving down these dusty roads and I can’t seem to find you/ I’m driving down these dusty roads and I cant seem to find you.
They say God lends us people for a reason for a season but I never wanted you to go. So I’m driving down these dusty roads just reaching for those memories. Trying to find a reason. Dreaming of the days I held you close, praying to return to that season.
In the desert or the rain, in the winter and the spring. I can’t help remembering the moments that have come.
As I’m driving down the interstate. I can’t help but to retrace your face with each yellow line that I pass by.
They say god lends us people for a reason for a season but I never want to see you go. So I’m driving down these dusty roads just reaching for the memories.
Some people pass like stars or clouds
Others God lends us to for a time
And then there are some who remain
They dont fade into the ground like the rain
Some people stay
The Silent Singer 