Lonesome Road - Rascal Flatts

Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself

Don’t turn your head, back over your shoulder

And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon

Is shining high, above the trees

If I had stopped to listen once or twice

If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes

If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart

I’d not be on this road tonight

Carry on (carry on, carry on)

Never mind feeling sorry for yourself

It doesn’t save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself

Don’t turn your head, back over your shoulder

And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon

Is shining high, above the trees