I have seen your face and I have touched your lines,
Creases, dented, torn and divine crossing cities, seas,
Oh great escapes
Think my tenor changed its song,
Think my choir has sang it all
Just take me back to lay me down and raise me up again
But I still don’t know where my body be,
Somewhere between here and there
Just ain’t close enough, To feel your touch

I go from home to home to home, I go to home
Wind whipping at my face, the heart starts to race,
A faint trace of fate starts to rise
“On the road, the road, this road”
Singing out loud to the stereo’s songs,
Don’t you feel these sounds down to the depths of your soul;
The shake, rattle and roll of your bones
I go to home.

Little bit and not too much
Something soft and warm to the touch
To break my fall when the sails are thin
Been in the air way too long,
Arms outstretched to what may fail
You just might take me back,
Raise me up and have your way with me
But I still don’t know where my body be,
Somewhere between here and there
Just ain’t close enough, To feel your touch

Even greener the grass it seems,
The dirt down here just splits your seams,
Hemming and hawing, nowhere is near
Faces I can’t seem to see start to have their way with me
If only better days were here at last