Road To Your Soul

Behind me, a caravan weighed down With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies There's no room, no room inside For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride Before me, a stallion pulls like the moon Sun through the trees tells me I'll be there soon The wind cries, 'cause she saw me crying About the times I find myself lying. I must have fallen by the wayside The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride Give me a sign in your direction And show me to road to your soul. Unhitch the wagon 'cause it hinders me I'll hitch my skirts up and go carelessly, Barefoot and riding bareback Wind in my hair, it feels like honesty. Close the chapter on a journey Burn the book and give me sanctuary, In your arms it feels like In your arms it feels like It feels like home. --- Road to Your Soul - All About Eve