Hitch In a Ride
Hitch In A Ride
There I was on the side of the street looking & searching
There was no taxi or city bus in town
Man I must have looked like an adorable clown
Outside just trying to hitch in a ride
The sounds of Dylan were all around
Many juke box blazing while folks were getting down
A stroke of the pen & I was off again
Searching the same old scene in a funk in the land of mean
Many years have passed still having a reason to grasp those high school
Days of running in search of blood holding my own in the time of love
A pull at the heart would egnite the flame to the mentally insane
Well, look it there I just caught a ride no reason for me to hide
Just when I thought I would stay in my lonesome saddle
A call for me to go home in a chase against the cattle
Hitch in a ride is no good way to live perhaps a chance to forgive
Out of the blaring sun it had tainted my inner vision
For now it's home sweet home I completed my mission
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