and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
by forgotten words and bonds
that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads
by the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together,
From some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just
And the junkyards and the highways
And some other woman's crying
To her mother cause she turned
Tears of joy might stain my face
But not to where I cannot see you
Walking on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back
From a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron
My beard a roughnin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pull over
Through cupped hands round the tin can
By the rivers of my memories