Story Behind the Song
written while burning potatos
Lyrics
It seems to me that the saddest thing is being held in
waiting
anticipating while all your dreams are fading
I like to think of the great escapes and beautiful
landscapes, in the cool of evening I think of going
far away
The traveler eye, a sky to fly like fall birds leaving
through city canyons and parks abandond
of feathered fate and wind leads the way
to southward calling, no forward stalling,
lost thought keeps moving me on ,
far away
in my memory I can see a race so lost and weary
taking only what they need and what they can carry
a trail of dust and red hot sun leads from cities
burning, a war torn yearning, I can see them turning
far away
to an unknown fate and desperate states they make
their way, through lands now empty where once
there was plenty,through a young boys eyes I see
night skies full of stars they're gleaming on a desert
highway, but soon to be moving on, far away...
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