For A Song

Weathered stones
I fished out from some rushing mountain stream
Yellowed books, with dog-eared pages
Wildflowers pressed between
Postcards from every place where I laid me down to sleep
Little souvenirs to remind you of me

Oh the road is not your friend
It’s just a means to an end
How I wish I could take you along
But I take it all on faith
You’ll understand someday
Why I did all I did while I was gone
For a song

I catch a glimpse
A glint off something shining somewhere in the great unknown
Like a beast
I chase it over hills and mountains, valleys, rivers, til it’s cornered on a scrap of paper
On a bedside table in some cheap motel
Where the highway drones
Sometimes it feels like church, sometimes like I’m the last man on earth
Just a voice howling out into the darkness

Oh the road is not your friend
It’s just a means to an end
I’ll be home late, don’t wait up, just leave a light on
But I take it all on faith
You’ll understand someday
Why I did all I did while I was gone
For a song

Oh the road is not your friend
It’s just a means to an end
How I wish I could take you along
But I take it all on faith
You’ll understand someday
Why I did all I did while I was gone
For a song