It's knowin' that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
It's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
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 moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory and for hours, you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face and the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' in the backroads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' crackin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustlin', cold towel, and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can, I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the backroads by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
It's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
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 moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory and for hours, you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face and the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' in the backroads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' crackin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustlin', cold towel, and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can, I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the backroads by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind
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