Well I'm searching for somethin' N' time it isn't giving me But you know at this pace Forgiving myself is too simple too hard There's got to be another way We got the while lines flashing past the tip of our headlights Carry this around anymore It's getting heavier with age It is the boulder in my stomach It's the avalanche in my veins I want to bury it beside the road I will sit there until it comes out of me I'll be freezing in the summer desert cold We got the white lines flashing past the tips of our head lights And I tell you that I am not easy And you tell me that I am Melissa Ferrick Somehow We Get There More from Melissa Ferrick