Leading

I have a million empty journals
A mind full of games
And one heart filled with yournings
I've heard when you mix them all together
Most of the time you come up empty handed with a mess
I think there are some missing ingredients
Some I don't know are there
And some I'm not accounting for
Some I'm affraid of
And some I simply hide
From you
I've got a little money saved
I don't drive a car
I miss the control
The open road