Samba Roads

I packed the suitcases today

Left the key upon the stand

There's a map pointing away

To a quiet, distant land

Oh, the road is winding,

new and wide

But I carry our seasons deep inside (humm)

It hurts to walk away from you

But there are skyway vistas

I must view

I'll miss the coffee in the dawn

And your hand in mine at night

But the morning fog has gone

And the highway calls in light

Sometimes the finest love must bend

To find where another trail may start

This is a crossroads,

not an end (ahhhh)

Oh, the road is winding,

new and wide

But I carry our seasons deep inside (humm)

It hurts to walk away from you

But there are skyway vistas

I must view

New roads... (humm)

New horizons...