Drove alone to Dawson County in the dead of night If someone had called, they'd wonder if I was alright You were exorcising demons through a broken prayer Had to leave the suburbs, had to know that You're still there Our quiet code My abode A strange road Steve and I drove up to Blue Ridge on a sudden whim Stretch of highway north of Dawson—somehow I'd not been In uncharted territory, specified my sin And in that moment it was only You despite my friend My sure hope Till he spoke On strange roads There are days when I feel nothing That's the way it is If the Spirit was sensation, I'd be damned in this But deeper magic dwells in me as my emotions miss Cause passion can't authenticate what nonetheless persists You still hold My numb soul On strange roads Is it strange that all the strange roads Tend to feel the most like home? No history, just mystery And You and I alone It's strange, it took this dreamlike state No feeling in my bones My hope secure when nothing's sure Except that I am known Is it strange that all the strange roads Tend to feel the most like home? No history, just mystery And You and I alone