Down the Road

Sun is rising high, burning into the day, I will say goodbye, I'll be going away, Brush away my doubts, what tomorrow will hold, Feeling fine for now, going down the road To a city to sing, about the trees and the wind, 'Bout the hills in spring, and the rivers that bend, The rocky deep pass, and the poppies and ponies, Running through the grass, up and down the road In the dark they sit and they hollar for more, White smoke in a wisp, from here to the door, Their admission they paid, for the stories they're told, Of a clear new day, hold me down on the road So heavy rain at my back, lazy meadows ahead, In my book I keep track, of the promises said. For my songs in a town, that tomorrow will hold Feelin' better for now, facin' down the road. --- Down the Road - Stan Rogers