Δευτέρα 1 Φεβρουαρίου 2010

Highway Vagabond


The past behind, freedom ahead
the road can be a cozy bed
a tripping nutcase, a dog without a bone
a fearsome highway vagabond

an outcast of heaven, through the gates of hell
dealt with the devil just to bluff a dead man's hand
into the darkest nights, under burgundy skies
exposed to bitterness like a clown with no disguise


the past behind, freedom ahead
the road's a harsh and cruel bed
Another nutcase, a dog without a bone
another highway vagabond

One became two, drinking in a bar
and secret pacts were made beneath a falling star
two became one and fled, before the night was dead
no destination, just some memories to be shed

past lives behind, freedom ahead
and now the road's a softer bed
a pair of wayfarers and a scent of cheap perfume
could never fit inside a living room
some out there still believe in dreams and magic wands
runaways, fools and vagabonds


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