Girl On A Road

My momma was a waitress, my daddy a truckdriver. The

thing that kept their power from them slowed me down

awhile. I remember the morning that was the closing of

my youth, when I said goodbye to no one and in that way

faced my truth...and a walk along the river... and a

rain a'coming down...and a girl on a road.

There's a rhythm to a highway to match the rhythm of

your fears. My shopping bag possessions scattered with

my splattered tears. A string of nights in truck stops

and in darkness and in lies and a man they all called

Tigerboy...he just had to show me why. He just had to

give me something I'd forever understand...as a girl on

a road.

Rain upon the water makes footprints sunk in sand.

Anger upon angry hurt, take me by the hand. Take me by

the heartstrings and pull me deep inside and say I'm

one with your forgiveness and separate from my pride.

I don't know what it's like for you but here's what

it's like for me... I wanted to turn beautiful and

serve Eternity and never follow money or love with

greasy hands, or move the earth and waters just to make

it fit my plans. My eyes would be the harbor, my words

the perfect place for a girl on a road.

I met you in the Summer, I left you in the Fall. In

between we did some living...I like to think that's

all...but now I see words can be like weapons no matter

that they're small, and I used three tiny words on you

and then beat it down the hall. Does this road go on

forever? Does this terror know no end...for a girl on a

road? Would you like to sing it with me? Rain upon the

water makes footprints sunk in sand. Anger upon angry

hurt, take me by the hand. Take me by the heartstrings

and pull me deep inside and say I'm one with your

forgiveness and separate from my pride.

You cannot measure what it takes to mend a withered

heart. They'll tell you at the onset everybody does

their part. I did my best to follow the calling of my

soul. But, it's like that first guitar I played...at

the center is a hole, at the center is a...longing...

that I cannot understand as a girl on a road.

But if music be a boulder, let me carry it a long

while. Let it turn into a feather, let it brush against

my smile. Let the life be somewhat settled with the

life that song has made. Let there be nothing I am

longing for in some plan I may have made, in some story

quickly written during a long forgotten time as a girl

on a road. Sing it with me...Rain upon the...