Songs For The Long Haul

Keith Michael Roberts, copyright 1998 - .

Awake on the border line,
two thousand miles from my home.
Out here beneath the desert stars,
in love with livin' on my own.

Where over and over
the signs and the cities repeat,
drawn by by the broken white lines
that fly beneath my feet.
I'm rollin' to the sound
that turns me around.

I had a woman when
I was young and barely on my own.
Somewhere down in New Mexico,
golden in the candle she shown.

As over and over we made love,
she begged me to stay.
The morning sun found her in dreams,
and me out on the highway . . .
rollin' to the sound
that turns me around.

Streaming down like sunshine,
warm golden heat,
beating to the rhythm of the whole,
the songs for the long haul
echo from the street into my soul.

Back here on the border line,
the desert stars have blown away,
as the highway and the sunshine
take me back into the day,

where over and over
the signs and the seasons repeat;
drawn by by the broken white lines
that fly beneath my feet.
I'm rollin' to the sound
that turns me 'round.

Streaming down like spring rain,
dark, cool and sweet,
beating to the rhythm of the whole,
the songs for the long haul
leave the colours of the street
upon my soul.

Awake on the border line,
two thousand miles from my home,
from my home.

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