there s a road that goes to an old friends house where we grew up where we hung out i ve been on this highway for three hours now and i m trying to find it and i remember an old pinball arcade where where i lived out all my yesterdays and i m sure it s torn down and gone away but i m trying to find it and there s a feeling that i left behind i felt it once running down my spine the fear of god the joy of life and i m trying to find it there s a spot on earth a man can go to find himself and free his soul a place somewhere between hell and heaven where no one hurts and all s forgiven a door that leads to light and grace but the keys are in the darkest place though it feels like i ve been there before though i dont know what i m looking for and i m trying to find it there s an attic in my old mans house full of history i need to know about of a life i ve lived too long without and im trying to find it and i know you re up there in your room and i want so bad to heal the wound but i ve hurt you in so many ways and i dont know why you choose to stay and i know it s me that let it die and there s a fire that s gone when i look in your eyes an innocence that you once had a piece of you i miss so bad and i m trying to find it  well it s three am and i m on my knees she cries and her eyes looked down on me as i searched for the book she loves to hear her daddy read and i m trying to find it there s a road that goes to an old friends house where we grew up where we hung out