It’s knowing that your door is always open and your

path is free to walk

But that makes me tend to leave my sleep and bag rolled

up and stashed behind your couch

And it’s knowing I’m not shackled by forget words and

vows and the ink stains that I’ve dried upon some time

That keeps you in the back rows by the rivers of my

memory

That keeps you ever gentle on my mind



It’s not clinging to the Brocks and I’ll be playing on

their columns now, that binds me

Or something that somebody said because they thought we

fit together walking



It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursing or

forgiving when I’ll walk along some railroad track and

find

That you’re moving on the back rows by the rivers of my

memory

And for hours you just stumbled on my mind



Now that we feel, time to close the lines and the

junkyards and the highways come between us

And some other woman’s crying to her mother cause she

turned and I was gone



I still might run in silence, tears of joy might sting

my face

And the summer sunlight burn me til I’m loved

But not to bear, I cannot see you walking on the back

roads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind



I dipped my cup of soup back from the gerglin crack

when Cal runned to some train yard

Might better off, went cold cal and a dirty hair pulled

lone cross my face

Threw cup cans round the tin can, I’ll pretend I’d hold

you to my breast and fine

Like you’re waving from the back roads by the rivers of

my memory

Ever smiling and you’re gentle on my mind