It won’t be long till I’m with ya.
It’s been a long time, long time now
Since I’ve seen you smile.
[It’s my last night in France after living here for 8 months. This song feels appropriate.]
The boundaries of language I quietly cursed.
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had
Had to go, never to go
[Backpacking through Cinque Terre now :) ]
riding trains to the end of lines
still we’ve got nothin but time
Is it that the good life is a simple one?
Reading good books, and playing songs.
No I ain’t lyin’.
Rivers and roads,
rivers and roads,
rivers till I reach you.
[This is simply my favorite song.]