CEMETERY ROAD
Heart of a poet, hands of a working man
Dancing in the shadows while he listens to the band
History, is etched upon his face
You’re long long gone, but he still longs for your embrace
Stoplight on the curtain throws night shadows on the bed
Silently, he counts the changes green yellow red
He won’t sleep tonight, cuz you are in his head
Long long gone, but he still feels you in his bed
Up on Signal Ridge past Skeleton Creek
By Windy Hill where dreams are lost and found
He rolls the dice n then he drops his heavy load
A hundred miles an hour out on Cemetery Road
A rose tattoo where a wedding band used to be
And when she plays guitar she knows that she’s free
Rust in a river finds its way to the sea
She’s gone, gone, gone, but he still haunts her memories
Dawn is crawling down the curtains of her lonely room
A single shaft of sunlight sneaks in past the early gloom
Specks of dust tiny stars scattered by her hand
No sleep last night, she was playing in the band
Down around the bend n just over Liars Lake
There’s rocks and dirt, warning sign lying on the ground
She says a prayer and then she drops her heavy load
A hundred miles an hour out on Cemetery Road
Up on Signal Ridge past Skeleton Creek
By Windy Hill where dreams are lost and found
Two souls rejoined and free of any earthly load
A million miles a minute over Cemetery Road
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