How Many Miles

How many miles have I travailed as darkness lingered long?
How tired can a person be, how weak what once felt strong?
But I'm just looking for a place to rest my weary head.
I thought that I'd be home by now;
I thought I'd be in bed.
I thought I'd have a Siamese cat, a pillow with a quote,
--something like, 'Let it go, Let God," in cursive, sewn and wrote.
And I'm just looking for a place to rest my weary soul;
I thought that I would have arrived, I thought I would be whole.
I thought the things that chased me here would just as soon be gone.
But I'm just looking at the moon
and waiting for the dawn.