Know the tunes?
When tomorrow is near to hand
and new winter winds are blowing in,
Will you dream of the coming days
or will you look back to where you been?
Are you caught in the hinterland,
that strange place from which there's no escape,
Or heading down to Durango
with a guitar and a dusty cape?
When running down an endless road
with the hard rain beating on your face,
The only thing you can think of
is a land which hands out saving grace.
In the distance there's candle light
behind shadows of another form,
And maybe there'll be someone there
who offers you shelter from the storm.
Sometimes a life changes its course
like the mime that dances to and fro;
One minute it's full steam ahead,
then suddenly there's nowhere to go.
And then, when you're in review,
you may find so much that you regret;
But still it shines, that light recalled,
the sun's setting but it's not dark yet.
Oh, but for all the dreams you've had
and for all the places you have seen,
Those open roads still call to you
while each day changes life's painted theme.
You're content to be travelling on,
moving through your life without a home,
And you'll hear all the stories told
of one unknown, like a rolling stone.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2025
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