must have walked
ten million miles
lost my way
then found again
drunk with friends
in a thousand honky-tonk bars
danced for months on beaches
under moons and suns
had troubles to bear
wounds to heal
blues to lose
doused campfires
let the wolves in
then hit the road again
always searching
for that sweet smile
I lost somewhere
along the way
So melancholy, yet beautifully written.
Thank you, Michael.
Thanks. I looked up Patty Griffin. and have had to make coffee and sit and listen. If I’ve spent too much time it’s all your fault.
I accept the responsibility. Also I’ve bookmarked that song on my computer.
Love this one.
Thank you.
You are very welcome!