building bridges from town to town
you’re leaving boards by the wayside
and down by the riverside
they’re calling your name
underneath your heavy cloak
I know you’ve bared your soul tonight
and by the morning light
you’ll be on your way
your temples aching
your memory, breaking
and time is taking
way too long
way too long
when you come back long from now
your reputation true and bona fide
I’ll be by the riverside
still calling your name
calling your name
Copyright L.M. 2008. (written February 26th, 2008.).
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