When you’re walking home alone
And you’re passing long forgotten signposts
Like some rusted handlebars
Or an old abandoned car
That takes you right back
where you started

You've been walking here before
And it all seems so familiar
In the rhythm of guitars
And those fireflies like stars
That light your way
Out of the darkness

Its easy to believe
That every journey ever taken
Has led you now to turn
Down this road of your own making
Down this road of your own making

You could find it
With your eyes closed
You could find it in the dark
With broken headlights
Broken spokes
Out of gas and out of hope
Out of luck and broken down
Every path leads back around
To this road of your own making
This road of your own making
This road of your own making

When you’re walking home alone
And you reach that intersection
Where the future and the past
Are casting shadows on the glass
That lead you right here
To the answers

Its easy to believe
That every journey ever taken
Has led you now to turn
Down this road of your own making
Down this road of your own making

You could find it
With your eyes closed
You could find it in the dark
With broken headlights
Broken spokes
Out of gas and out of hope
Out of luck and broken down
Every path leads back around
To this road of your own making
This road of your own making
This road of your own making