The Highway
The Highway
Bob Dylan, B. Marquardt-Alexander, Joan Baez
The Highway
The highway's a river, I'm a leaf adrift,
Tumbling, tumbling, no solid shift.
The canyon's son, a blessing I crave,
But I'm lost at sea, a soul to be saved.
Sunlight a mirage, a distant gleam,
Where mountains fade, a forgotten dream.
Rolling hills, a sepia tone,
A classic date, a love all alone.
Copyright © Stepha Kaye | Year Posted 2024
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