The Highways Call
Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:02 pm
The Highways Call
© Neddy
Along this nations roads I ride, of miles I’ve had my fill,
The hours that see me travellin’ hard, the few that see me still,
My Fathers own, this country shown, when I was only young,
Now all alone I hear this lands seductive rhythm sung.
How years have flown before me, soul aching for the road,
Now fire and steel entice these wheels to move another load,
The white line on the road afar presents a ghostly haze,
And tyres howl resistance as the skyline takes my gaze.
Trailers move and throw their weight and fight against the road,
Groaning discontentment as they’re forced to haul the load,
A million miles and memories I hold within my hand,
Burning with desire to be at one within this land.
For minutes have no meaning here, and night turns into day,
A gripping sense of solitude as hours pass away,
Dusty brown tormented fields lie dry beneath the sun,
And lifeless cattle fill the creeks where waters once had run.
Twenty years of pain and tears with laughter in between,
Enormous cost of time I’ve lost and tragedies I’ve seen,
Yet still the highway calls me, promising to mend,
The heartache that defeats me, deceiving to the end.
© Neddy
Along this nations roads I ride, of miles I’ve had my fill,
The hours that see me travellin’ hard, the few that see me still,
My Fathers own, this country shown, when I was only young,
Now all alone I hear this lands seductive rhythm sung.
How years have flown before me, soul aching for the road,
Now fire and steel entice these wheels to move another load,
The white line on the road afar presents a ghostly haze,
And tyres howl resistance as the skyline takes my gaze.
Trailers move and throw their weight and fight against the road,
Groaning discontentment as they’re forced to haul the load,
A million miles and memories I hold within my hand,
Burning with desire to be at one within this land.
For minutes have no meaning here, and night turns into day,
A gripping sense of solitude as hours pass away,
Dusty brown tormented fields lie dry beneath the sun,
And lifeless cattle fill the creeks where waters once had run.
Twenty years of pain and tears with laughter in between,
Enormous cost of time I’ve lost and tragedies I’ve seen,
Yet still the highway calls me, promising to mend,
The heartache that defeats me, deceiving to the end.