Monday, 20 May 2013

A Travellers Life

The road is long
The potholes deep
The rain falls down
Like endless grief
The car of strangers
Are my company

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me
A distant memory
In their minds

Secrets were shared
Of times gone by
Our trust unspoken
Yet always implied
Those precious moments
Etched in my mind

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me
A distant memory
In her mind

The lonesome bar
A great place to unwind
New friends made
On borrowed time
Many stories told
With the help of wine

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me
A distant memory
In their minds

The hardest part
The long goodbye
Our emotions known
From weeping eyes
But please don't think
I left you behind

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me
A distant memory
In her mind

Many borders crossed
More bribes denied
Talk translated
Through faulty lines
But I still manage
To get on by

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me
A distant memory
In their minds

Days are lost
Months fly by
The old life gone
Changes deep inside
All routine is spared
In a travellers life

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me
A distant memory
In their minds







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