Endless dusty road
Stretching on before me
My ride died long ago
Only my feet to carry me down this dusty road
Way out in the distance
People living in the fast lane
Never want to seem to get where they are
Just gotta keep truckin on this dusty road
I hear it call me by my name
It doesn’t promise me anything
Except maybe a simp’ler way
Who knows, just gotta keep walking this dusty road
Rucksack slung across my back
Boots so weathered, they used to be black
Song and a prayer on my lips
Bible instead of a gun on my hip down this dusty road
(C) Justin Isaac, 2009
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October 13, 2009 at 11:05 pm
smallsymphonies
This is an evocative lyric. The lines ‘doesn’t promise me anything – except maybe a simpler way’ hit the spot. I’m getting a real sense of the journey and the traveller.
‘Don’t Pass’ has a good sense of place as well.
Cameron.
October 14, 2009 at 12:37 pm
Justin
hey Cameron,
Thanks again. I’m glad you like the lyrics and music. I had to take my acoustic amp in for repair the other day, so I probably won’t be able to record any new stuff until I get it back in a couple of weeks. All of the new lyrics have music, so I’m excited for you to check them out! I might revert back to the old way, just to get them out there, then re-record when the amp gets in.
How are things on your side? I’ve been insanely busy, unfortunately, not with music
– but inspiration still strikes…