Road


© Richard Goldman, 2008



Another day, another tune
Crooning for the moon, June, spoon
of yesteryear


Another time, another place
Wishing you could see her face,
but she's not here


The clock strikes twelve, and you can't wait
so, suffering a pumpkin's fate,
you silently implode


Stow the gear efficiently
Turn the key
And once again, you're on the road



A thousand miles, a thousand sighs
'til once again you see her eyes
And in her gaze


The dust and sweat are washed away
Every word you came to say
A blurry haze


Out of breath, limbs entwined
Stop the tape -- then hit rewind
and once again explode


Questioning the life you lead,
What you need
But all too soon, you're on the road



Drowning in a sea of faces
Even in familiar places
What's an erstwhile troubadour to do?


Tangled up in strings of steel
But only when you play d'you feel
As quite alive as you'd intended to



Picture this -- you leave the strife
For picket fence with kids & wife
A life sublime


And every day, it's up at five
To catch the train (or make that drive)
To punch the clock on time


So reel it back and reassess
Perhaps you're not in such distress --
not such a heavy load

So fire up the interstate
You've got a date
To once again be on the road



Knowing that you'll see her face
Another time, another place
To sing another ode


Flash a smile convincingly
Turn the key
And once again you're on the road


Knowing that you'll see her face
Another time, another place
Resistance will erode


So, somewhat less unwittingly
Turn the key
And once again you're on the road