The Road

My mind is gone

on the trip

the trip  the trip  the trip

I want to be on the road

sharing the wind with strangers

I’m ready to get on with it

ready to ride

ready to roll

Back to the roots

back to who I was

back to two-bit towns

and dirt roads and small grocery stores

a thousand churches

and No Dancing Allowed

But it’s gone  

gone  

gone 

the house is gone

the flowers are gone

gone to seed

to weeds skittering across the dry land

And I hear the past calling my name

and I cry  

and cry

and cry

Where are my people?

Where are my people now?