50 Miles to Richmond 
© 2014, Stolen Rhodes 

And it's 50 miles to Richmond, 
A rain cloud overhead 
And I'm riding with the memory of the dead 
I get closer there myself with each passing day 
I'd better learn to slow down before it's too late 

Sometimes darkness is the brightest light you ever see 
And your solitude is your only company 
Sometimes silence is the loudest sound you ever hear 
And a day can seem to draw out like a year 

Oh and I see the sun come breaking through the clouds 
And the past is like a face disappearing in a crowd 
These last 50 miles, the time life reconciles 

Just a day like any other, 
People come and people go 
A baby cries, and old man dies, and rivers flow 
And I'll take my life for granted, take my whole life in my hands 
I should try to change my ways while I still can 

Oh and I see the sun come breaking through the clouds 
And the past is like a face disappearing in a crowd 
These last 50 miles, the time life reconciles 

I keep my hands on the wheel 
And my eyes on the road 
I feel my heart beat in my chest, it beats in time 
With the fire down below 
How much further can we go? 

It's 50 miles to Richmond, 
A rain cloud overhead 
And I'm riding with the memory of the dead. 
Ride, ride, ride. 
Ride, ride, ride.