The Road I call Home

Feet pound down on the road
Soes fly up through dirt
Toes dig into sharp gravel
Spikes taste the sting of battle through grass
My shoes have traveled the world for miles
Always leading to the road I call home

I sprint down, banking left to home
Feet flaking off bits of dirt
My other hands have taken me miles
Through the frost-bitten grass
Kicking, spraying bits of gravel
Hearing the mad crash of my feet on road

Pain blurs the road
The digs and cuts blood drawn from gravel
Sweating body caked with dirt
Faces bleed together after miles
Longing to see the open arms of home
Like paint, I mark the grass.

In forest, carve way through grass
Passion needs no road
No crackle of Puma shoes on gravel
Just the animal's paws on soft dirt
The trickle of waterfalls bringing man home
No cars screeching by for miles

Five-fifty per pace, I count the miles
Ten miles to the hour, almost home
Breakneck speeds reached down asphalt road
No inertia lost over loose, cheap gravel
No records broken in slippery, tall grass
No speed can be found in this dirt

Only nature is found in this dirt
The Run is Church with the grass
Communion with the open road
Hymns drag on for miles and miles
With altars of leaves and carpets of gravel
Always leading to the road I call home.

Like Johnny and June

Staring high luminous moon,
Something blue, she always wears blue
Hit with voodoo, she stands under the dark lights
Heartbeat scurries in constant motion
Beat in beat out, lock and load, reload
Scared outta my mind
"She thinks I'm only a runner!"
"Is this real?"
"Is this taxi really taking us to the cafe?"
Was the boquet enough
One dozen red velvet roses...
Oh God she looks great in blue
She looks great in anything
Please be my wild thing
Love her, know it, don't feel wrong
I'm so stupid she can't feel this strong!
What if I never see her again...?

Oh God I hope he likes blue
I heard he likes black
The ferrari black suit and tie proves it
Hugo Boss I think
Johnny Cash, June Carter
The black and the blue,
modern day Romeo and Juliet
What if he isn't this serious?
Just two people passing in motion
What if this isn't some book
With ten kids and sterling silver rose
Ready for the couple at happy end?
I'm so stupid. he can't think I'm pretty
"He thinks I'm only a brain!"
What if I never see him again...?

Please God let her like the roses
Please God let him like blue

Please God let her love me
Please God let him love me