Gentle on My Mind

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
The ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

Through the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin' to her mama
'cause she turned that I was gone
I still run in silence
Tears of joy might stain my face
Summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
In some train yard
My beard a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

I still run in silence
Tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gently on my mind