Song Length |
4:52 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
Lyrics
Traveling Song (Mile-High)
© 2005 kate laurel smith, kate laurel publishing/ASCAP
The tired road just stretches, stretches and yawns again
While I wear down the treads on wheels so thin
That I could see through them, through them to metal and
You whispered to me words of North Hampton
It?s so far from Denver, Denver and the mountains
The seacoast is calling, the music begins
I?m dreaming of seagulls, seagulls and heaven
The promise of places that I?ve never been
But I?ll stay the night
Rest my weary head
Lay me right down
Take my rest
I?ll close my eyes
The sky turning red
Just a mile high
So many from my bed
My roots are rusted, rusted and worn-in
A tumbleweed drifting from the days of my youth
Not a coalminer?s daughter, perhaps one if born again
I?ve ridden upon rails and wheels and hooves
But if I go traveling, traveling my brother
And leave behind footprints that never sink in
Well, how will I ever be good to another
If I cannot tell where I end or begin?
I?ll stay the night?
My head is spinning, spinning in circles
The romance of the stage and faces all smiles
I?m dreaming of candles, candles and roses
The magic of the place that?s worth all the miles
But I?ll stay the night?