Good Road Behind Me

I kept a letter in the glove box door from a woman who believed I could be more.
I read those lines when the doubt came near,
Then I wiped my eyes and shifted into gear.
The morning found me standing at the gate,
With a thankful soul and no time left to wait.
I do not hide the marks upon my skin; they tell me where I lost and where I win.
Every scar became a little drum,