Feb 082015
Old hopes, old dreams,
distant pathways, love is not always
what it seems
Old shoes, torn and tattered
by the rain and wind, old Falcon, barely running
motor knocking, still a thousand miles to go
to get back to the South
Memories eat away at me
but that world I’m leaving is already
dead and gone
Old hopes, old dreams
distant pathways, love is not always
what it seems
Well, keep on driving
till dusk turns into night
Check into Motel 6
Sitting up, watching sitcoms
It’s a long way from Mary Tyler Moore
to where you ended up
Old hopes, old dreams
distant pathways, love is not always
what it seems
These are the words I wrote in my journal
on a distant highway somewhere in Kentucky
may old hopes and dreams somehow
may they somehow be renewed