Gentle On My Mind

Okay I'm not done yet. I'll continue after work. It's knowing that your door is always open And that you path is free to walk That makes me tend leave my sleeping bag rolled up And stashed behind yer couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains dried upon some line That keeps you in back roads by the rivers of my memory Keeps you ever gentle on my mind Not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns Now that binds me Or something that something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving When I walk along some railroad tracks and find That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory For hours you're just gentle on my mind All the wheat fields, and the clotheslines, and the highways come between us And some other woman crying to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence Tears of joy might stain my face And a summer sun might burn me til I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walking on the back roads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train yard My beard ruff and then a cold pile and a And a dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands, 'round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're wavin' from the back roads Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind