the millionth mile

five months of procastination
living in my own deception
looking for some consolation
if what I did should be forgotten
a thousand failures in the past
all the stings did not seem to last
feels like I'm going nowhere fast
maybe I can't stay for long
all the time it's my own will
I got my hands on the steering wheel
maybe that's why it all feels all so wrong
I've been driving on a winding road and
I really don't seem to understand that
I badly need to have a helping hand 'cause
I've been wandering for a while
should be looking to the sky for His smile
this I've realized on the millionth mile...