It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walkin'
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track
And find
That you're movin' on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walkin'
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track
And find
That you're movin' on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
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