Written on a long drive through Utah.  Cover art by Evan James.  Featuring piano and harmonies from Jonathan Best.
Lyrics:
In Sulphur, Utah right by the border
Thinking I was smuggling drugs a policeman pulled me over
Well he asked me why's I driving and I told him it's my soul
He handed me a warning and said, "Hey, take it slow."

I don't know where I've been
I don't know where I'm going
All I have are the stories I've been telling myself

A young and powerful woman threatened by her lover
Never thought that harm would come from a significant other
Well she knows he likes control, but she was never his to have
But still, there is the thought that it wasn't always bad

You don't know where you've been
You don't know where you're going
All you have are the stories you've been telling yourself

We look to our leaders as if it were us who chose them
But it was those with deeper pockets, I suppose
Is this really what we wanted? Have our voices ever mattered? 
No, we've been fed a lie on a plastic platter

We don't know where we've been
We don't know where we're going
All we have are the stories that been told to us

We don't know where we've been
We don't know where we're going
All we have are the stories that been told to us

A Long Road Through Utah

James