There’s a hefty sleeping bag
resting here upon my back
I’ve got a bed that I can’t keep
too young to need much sleep
The sun is slowly settling down
and the roads are quieter now
There’s a guy with cowboy boots
and he says that I’m his muse
Arm wrestled – shook on a truce
Now we sit and await the train
And he asks if I’m the same, I say
‘What d’ya mean? In what possible way?’
Then he smiled and began to play
straight to my bones, that kind of way
He sang
You and I are wind
There’s nothing here but this
Let’s go see the sights
I whistled along
Never felt so wrong and yet so perfectly right
So now we are aboard
New found places, seas to trawl
as we say goodbye day
And hello night
Wanderlust is something uttely amazing. You should take the chance and travel where you want to go 🙂
Don’t you worry…I do 🙂
Beautiful
Thanks Lucia, it’s appreciated.