YOU NEVER KNOW ABOUT THE ROAD

In Grandpa's old gray Plymouth, one yesterday,

he took me riding in a country day.

He says,"This looks like a good shortcut!",

but then we drive thirty mile of ruts,

and he says, "I guess you never know about the road."

He just sighed and said,

"Son, you never know about the road!"

But that never even crossed my mind,

back in the summer of sixty-nine,

when I took to the road to find my fame,

and I found it's just a game fools play

while they're lost out on some road.

Or there in summer of nineteen seventy-three,

when I fell in love, and you know, she fell for me.

And it looked like it might just all work out,

but then she's gone, and I'm inside-out.

No, you never know about the road.

And it never even crossed my mind,

when I took to the road back in nineteen sixty-nine,

that I drift so long, or so far away.

or that home could become

just any place I'd stay,

but I guess you never know about the road.

And that's what Grandpa said,

"Son, you never know about the road!"

daleach