It's knowing that your
Door is always open
And your path is
Free to walkThat makes me know that
I can leave my sleeping bag
Behind your couchIt's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And your ink stains that
Have dried upon some line
Keeps you on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever
Gentle on my mindIt's not clinging to
Some rocks and ivy
Planted on some column now
That binds me, no, it don'tOr something that somebody said
Because they thought we
Fit together walkingIt's knowing that the world
Will not be cursing or forgiving
When they turn around and find
That you're
Moving on the backroads
You're still on my memory
You're ever gentle on my mind(Gentle on my mind, yeah)
(Gentle on my mind, yeah)...