| I grew up with nowhere to run |
| It was either join and face the gun |
| Or wash windows and get drunk |
| 'Cause college was for the rich to fill |
| And dreams are bought by a father’s will |
| My friends deployed and my brothers, too |
| And those who stayed had fading eyes |
| Dreams became 'I changed my mind' |
| And DUIs replaced 'I'll stay the night' |
| And me, I strayed |
| 'Cause Fairfield’s not LA |
| The only shot you get’s cheap whiskey |
| Or what you stole that day |
| So I would pray |
| That something I wrote |
| Would take me somewhere far away from all I know |
| And every day |
| I’d ask alone |
| Why do you keep trying to fly when you’re the stone? |
| I guess I’m blinded |
| By my faith |
| Down any road |
| Sunshine or rain |
| That I’m the dandelion |
| And this my escape |
| Until the light inside my eye goes grey |
| My wind blows one way |
| It’s been twenty years since since my first song |
| That’s twenty years of you 'don't belong' |
| That’s twenty years of 'why you taking so long?' |
| And they told me quit, and you bet I tried |
| But not to write felt like the lie |
| So here I am passed 29 |
| That’s why, yeah |
| Anytime I sing I bleed |
| I’ve gotta give this all of me |
| 'Cause something inside won’t let me leave it |
| I’ve tried, yeah |
| To find another way to go |
| To find a more common road |
| But part of me just can’t stop believing |
| I guess I’m blinded |
| By my faith |
| Down any road |
| Sunshine or rain |
| That I’m the dandelion |
| And this my escape |
| Until the light inside my eye goes grey |
| My wind blows one way |
| My wind blows one way |