From the recording After New York
- peels rubber on the roads of desire and yearning, then snaps focus to the offer of a warm, shared bed.
© 2012 Alan P. MacLeod (SOCAN#: 70189763) Time = 3:36 @ 122 bpm; 4/4; Key of D
(There's a BLOG entry for this song too!)
I’ve been waking up humming Traveling songs. While you're sleeping I'm-a Watching for the dawns. I'm hearing wet tires on that sparkling road.
It’s the wounded who heal And the weak who get strong. I can't figure Where our rights went wrong. We're working these fields Growing nothing but old.
So come on baby Let’s go baby There’s a whole world waiting There’s a whole world waiting There’s a whole world waiting. For us Waiting for us.
There’s the Church There’s the steeple and ya' Look inside - there’ all the people. And I can see us, cruising by. On up past the school. Main Street. Waving at that dog with the mean streak. Crossing the river Where we learned to cry. So come on baby Let’s go baby There’s a whole world waiting There’s a whole world waiting There’s a whole world waiting. For us Waiting for us. That highway’s glowing like a shiny new dime That sky is calling so now’s the time! And then I hear your voice sayin’ “Come back to bed". You hold up the sheets sayin’: “Lay down your head". “’cuz there’s a whole world waiting a whole world wainting a whole world waiting for us”.