For a Song (Live in Rockport)

Weathered stones

I fished out from some rushing mountain stream

Yellowed books, with dog-eared pages

Wildflowers pressed between

Postcards from every place where I laid me down to sleep

Little souvenirs to remind you of me

Oh the road is not your friend

It's just a means to an end

How I wish I could take you along

But I take it all on faith

That you'll understand someday

Why I did all I did while I was gone

For a song

I catch a glimpse

A glint off something shining somewhere in the great unknown

Like a beast

I chase it over hills and mountains, valleys, rivers

Til it's cornered on a scrap of paper

On a bedside table in some cheap motel

Where the highway drones

Sometimes it feels like church, sometimes like I'm the last man on earth

Just a voice howling out into the darkness

Oh the road is not your friend

It's just a means to an end

I'll be home late, don't wait up, just leave a light on

But I take it all on faith

That you'll understand someday

Why I did all I did while I was gone

For a song

Oh the road is not your friend

It's just a means to an end

How I wish I could take you along

But I take it all on faith

That you'll understand someday

Why I did all I did while I was gone

For a song

For a song