Stan Rogers 1978
Bits and pieces, you offered
of your life I didn’t think they meant a lot or said much for you
And all the chances to follow
didn’t make a lot of sense When stacked against the choices you made
Chorus 1:
For yours was the open road.
The bitter song, the heavy load
That I couldn’t share, though the offer was there.
Every time you turned around
Now it’s not like you made out
to hang around Although you know, I made some sounds to show that I cared.
And when it looked like you heard the call,
I didn’t say a lot although I could have said much more had I dared.
And if I had followed
a little ways because were friends You would have made me welcome out there.
But we both know its just as well,
’cause some can go, But some are meant to stay behind, and its always that way.
Chorus 2:
And yours is the open road.
The bitter song, the heavy load
That I’ll never share, tho’ the offer’s still there
Every time you turn around.