Surrendering the Wheel

been driving this jalopy life with broken brakes and no headlights thinking i knew the way through these twisted streets these dead-end dreams but meek ain't weak, jack meek is knowing when to pull over when to slide across the bench seat and let someone else take the wheel Christ, they call him this cosmic chauffeur who knows every pothole every shortcut through the pain every scenic route to grace i'm consciously choosing now to be passenger in my own story hands folded, eyes open watching the landscape change as we cruise toward something bigger than my small-time schemes the earth belongs to those who know they don't own it who can ride shotgun with the divine and dig the journey control is just another word for the fear of letting go but letting go, baby that's where the real living starts, country western, country rock, country metal