From the recording VIII

Lyrics

Now I don’t know you and you don’t know meI’m grateful for your companyI’ll speak these words as to a friendThen I’ll be on my weary way againI tell you in confidenceI’d give all I ownFrom my wandering to be free, from this dark road to seeThe lights of homeMemory has a mighty powerTo illuminate a lonely hourA willow by a waterfallFlashes on a hotel wallFrom gilded cities and crowded skiesTo desolate highways that hypnotizeRolling wheels sing a traveler’s songTo the ones like us who’ve been gone too long