Crooked Trail

Out on the crooked trail, the wrong direction
letters lost in the mail; a bad connection

drifting between my doubt and my pride
trying to see every side of any line that divides
got to learn where to turn, there’s no free rides

Out on the crooked trail, the daylight fading
hell hounds on my tail, they lay in waiting

Out on the crooked trail, where does the time go?
How long, the crooked trail? for all I know

I keep to the code, and lighten my load,
lend a hand to the others that travel the road
sing a song, move along; when its time to go

bridge

out on the crooked trail, I clear my mind out
How long, the crooked trail, until I find out

How long? How long?
How long? How long?