Cold mud is climbing up my knees,
A strange relief I can't explain, it's peace.
I used to chase the sunset with a throttle in my grip,
Rearview mirror cracking, all my broken days would slip,
At forty they said"settle", at fifty I'm still lost,
Wondering if this highway ever justifies the cost,
Then the curve came sharper, never touched the brake,
Body floating weightless, that was my mistake,
But I felt a strange relief, no more need to race,
Mud splashing on my face, I could finally leave the chase.
Let me fall, let me fall,
Gravity's pulling, I'm answering the call,
Closer to the dirt than I've been in years,
Washing off the pride with these muddy tears.
So I fall into the mess I've made,
Like a seed buried in the rain and shade,
Every mile I ran, every scar I wore,
Now I lay them down on this earthen floor,
Let me fall, let me fall,
At least the ground still holds me through it all.
I had the morning mantras and the affirmations loud,
But at 3 AM my soul was screaming under shroud,
Loans and payments lined up like a firing squad,
I knew this old machine was gonna crack on this rough road,
Now the phone is waterlogged and I don't need to speak,
Don't need to fake the strong or turn the other cheek,
The crash took off the mask and all the heavy pride,
And in the mud I found a place where I don't have to hide.
Fall down, let it break,
Stop pretending every step's a piece of cake,
The weakness that I hid behind the daily fight,
Is washing over me in this fading light.
So I fall into the mess I've made,
Like a seed buried in the rain and shade,
Every mile I ran, every scar I wore,
Now I lay them down on this earthen floor,
Let me fall, let me fall,
At least the ground still holds me through it all.
When I was young I fell and checked for someone's gaze,
If watched I'd cry, if not I'd stand up through the haze,
But now I'm lying here as twilight starts to fall,
No tears, no rush to rise, just accepting all.
He fished a soggy pack, one dry cigarette,
Lit it up and watched the sun begin to set,
Exhaled a cloud toward the bruised and purple sky,
This fall is done, but still the road goes by.
