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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