singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller
She's got highways in her veins
She's got no way to hide,
She's got birdsongs in the morning,
She's got sunset in her eyes.
She's got three days' dust blowin' in her hair,
And all her Gypsy dreams;
She's been dyin' of old age
Since she was seventeen.
In the rattle and the rumble,
In the heat of the camper shell,
She stares all night up at starlight
And knows she knows it well.
She's got bridges for the rivers,
Roadmaps for the night;
She's got faith for unbelievers
Stumbling in the light.
"Lover lover never let me go,"
Radio sings in the full moon glow;
"Rock me easy soft and slow,
Down where all the dreamers go."
Misty oceans in the morning,
You can smell them in the rain;
Sage and greasewood in the desert,
She'll take you home again.
And for the lights off in the distance,
Like some sweet mirage,
A hundred thousand miles
She'll run from her own laws.
"Lover lover never let me go,"
Radio sings in the full moon glow;
"Rock me easy soft and slow,
Down where all the dreamers go.