The Long, Well Traveled Road
© 2004 Joe and Rebecca Duval
The sun is breaking through the pines, and it’s time for me to go.
To take my first uncertain steps down that Long, Well Traveled Road.
Never knowing what’s ahead, it just makes me wonder so,
If I’ll ever see this place again, on this Long, Well Traveled Road.
The sun will shine, the wind will blow, and I know the rain will fall.
And those I meet along the way, they may be no help at all.
When my feet are in the mire, will they come to let me go,
Or leave me here, alone and tired, on the Long, Well Traveled Road.
So please, break it to me gently, what this journey’s all about.
And leave, leave a happy ending, the part I can’t live without.
I knew a man a lot like me, but not like me at all.
He used his time impatiently, till he had no time at all.
He always stayed so far ahead, I could barely watch him go.
Just today I saw him dead beside this Long, Well Traveled Road.
But oh, the wonder of it all is filling up my heart and soul.
And I, I can finally see it clearly, that living’s what living’s for.
Now the sun is sinking down, and it’s time for me to rest
Self assured and so at peace, that I know I’ve done my best.
It’s not the ending that we seek, it’s the way we have to go.
The journey is its own reward on this Long, Well Traveled Road.
It’s why we rise up every morn, it’s the thing that makes us go.
The journey is its own reward on this Long, Well Traveled Road.
Yes, the journey is its own reward on this Long, Well Traveled Road.