Cheyenne

I’m driving through Cheyenne
No life in sight, just a winter wonderland
The eerie silence is asking loudly «who I am?»
I’m solely someone who’s longing to get home
Following the One who’s leading me on this road
So I ride
Through the morning, the noon, the evening, and all through the night
So I ride
The emotional tides as they rise
So I ride
Through the morning, the noon, the evening, and all through the night
So I ride
The emotional tides as they rise