Oncoming Traffic

Tuesday found me, standing on the highway
Seems like no one, no one, was going my way
Was I waiting on the wrong side of the road
I just don't give a damn, which way I go

Tell me where has my faith gone
Has it walked out on me
Or is it still alive somewhere inside of me
Or just too close for my tired eyes to see, yeah

Tell me when, when is my ship gonna come in
I ain't cold, I ain't hungry, gotta little money to spend
But a man cannot live, oh no, on riches alone
He needs love, and friendship, and a home
Or Lord he stands alone

There are so many roads which you may choose
Well some you're bound to win, others you will lose
Lord, but it ain't never been so clear
That it is all, Lord it is all, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well it is all up to you
All up to you now, baby