Drove alone to Dawson County in the dead of night
If someone had called, they'd wonder if I was alright
You were exorcising demons through a broken prayer
Had to leave the suburbs, had to know that You're still there
Our quiet code
My abode
A strange road
Steve and I drove up to Blue Ridge on a sudden whim
Stretch of highway north of Dawson—somehow I'd not been
In uncharted territory, specified my sin
And in that moment it was only You despite my friend
My sure hope
Till he spoke
On strange roads
There are days when I feel nothing
That's the way it is
If the Spirit was sensation, I'd be damned in this
But deeper magic dwells in me as my emotions miss
Cause passion can't authenticate what nonetheless persists
You still hold
My numb soul
On strange roads
Is it strange that all the strange roads
Tend to feel the most like home?
No history, just mystery
And You and I alone
It's strange, it took this dreamlike state
No feeling in my bones
My hope secure when nothing's sure
Except that I am known
Is it strange that all the strange roads
Tend to feel the most like home?
No history, just mystery
And You and I alone