The many paths that I have trod are written on this page
The ones that led to happiness, the ones to drunken rage
The many roads that you can take care not who walks their miles
It's all the same to Asphalt Trails, be it bitter tears or smiles.
However, you can change the views along all these lost highways
And insert a blue and sunny sky on bleak and cloudy days.
And you can change your frame of mind and see your anger pale
You control your destiny when you walk the Asphalt Trail.
My walk to me to places that I'd never been before,
And to many things I'd never seen from east to western shore.
The Trail led me to prison where my soul began to die
For I had to hurt and maim and wound just simply to get by.
The days and nights inside that cell took an awful toll on me,
And I could hardly wait to walk that Trail the day they set me free.
Then the trails lead to the lights of town, straight to the local bars.
Where it seemed to me the women were much faster than their cars.
And as I walked the Asphalt Trail, I pondered in my mind
"Is there a way to stop my walk, and leave this Trail behind?"
Then I walked by a country church, and heard the church bell ring
And then I knew the answer, and my heart began to sing
Mistake were made along those Trails, and there's a price to pay
But I took it to my Maker, and my debt is clear today.
So now I walk a different Trail that leads to peace of mind
And my Maker walks this trail with me, so merciful and kind.
