Lyrics Ron Sexsmith

Ron Sexsmith

Up The Road

I'm looking out across the way

To her old abode

It'd sure be good to see her again

Coming up the road

When out to paint the weather gray

Lo and behold

Her eyes told of better days

Coming up the road

Oh, and maybe

Love knows where to find me

And I'll wake up and find her beside me

To guide me

For the world cannot defeat us when

You've got a hand to hold

And how the stars will greet us then

Coming up the road

Oh baby, there'll be happier times

If we believe

Every thing's gonna be alright

With all our might

I'm looking out across the way

To her old abode

It'd sure be good to see her again

Coming up the road

And how the stars will greet us then

Coming up the road