Resonant Trails

Left the highway

far behind

Dusty trail,

peaceful mind

Just an old guitar

and some time to kill

Underneath the shadow

of the western hill

And the road keeps winding on

Long after the sun has gone (humm-mm)

Forty years

of highway lines

Written on

this face of mine

But I still find

the magic in the air

When the music starts

to take us there