I sat by the road side
you sat behind
I was thinking (or I said),
Man, these cars are crazy
You said, To me they look like ants
heading for some promised land
I saw what you said, and smiled to myself
then turned and laughed,
Hey, Rose, come back here
Two more hours and still no luck
I stared at the man on a bike
who looked at us as he passed us by
as if what we did, just waiting for a ride
was a crime
One more day on the road
just another ride from home
One more day on the road
just another ride from home
from home
I saw the evening clouds
gather in the west
and I said to you,
We'll have rain within the hour
You sighed and said, All right,
then let's eat before it rains
And you found some ham and a bottle of milk
and one piece of old stale candy
to feed us
I tried the radio
but the batteries were flat
so we finished the meal then began to walk
for a mile maybe two
and those houses down by the
water
One more day on the road
just another ride from home
One more day on the road
just another ride from home
from home
The room they had
was dark and damp
but beggars cannot choose
so in little light
I read you one of my stories
You then read me one of yours
‘bout that King without a land
and I thought as you spoke,
In a room this cold
it's amazing how well
two persons can share
We doused the light and shut our eyes
the rain sung a lullaby
the day was fading into dream
we fell outside
and sailed for the stars
