I went driving out on that road,
Running away and forgetting
Who my friends are.
Who is it that loves me?
And where is it that I’m safe,
When the rains come,
And the wind blows?
And the lies are flying like daggers,
In front of my nose.
And they seem to catch me at times when
I’ve got no clothes, on the open road,
Carrying a heavy load.
I’m out there standing,
For all to see,
What’s left of me,
And can you set me free?
I’d heard the tales that minstrels tell
About that Carefree Highway,
And I tried to find it,
Just me and my dog.
We’re heading toward the sun,
When the daylight’s done,
Can you help me find my way?
I’ve got one more day,
Before the sea.
And who doesn’t know how it feels
To be lonely,
To lose your way,
You’ve got nothing to say
That will hold me.
You should have never told me,
Those secrets that you keep,
Inside your memory,
In your dreams when you sleep.
And now I can’t find my way,
Into another day,
I’ve got nothing to say,
But I’m lonely.
A road well taken, Frank, despite the forebodings of loneliness.
Bom Bhole!
Roshan