Ah, them long hours on the road man.


Cloud chasing

Right before the rain hits the ground,
I see your face across the blacktop.
When it hits your face washes away,
and I'm still here chasing clouds on the highway.

I'm chasing clouds on the highway,
hope that big one doesn't get away.

Right before the wind starts to blow,
I hear your voice calling my name.
Then my name gets carried away,
and I'm still here chasing clouds on the highway.

I'm chasing clouds on the highway,
hope that big one doesn't get away.

Your handprint's on my window,
I'll wipe it off the minute I get to a truck stop.




Words by holybear
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Written on 2005-09-07 at 16:03

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holybear
(Deep bow)
2005-09-09


blackestdaze
(wild applause)

:)
2005-09-08


holybear
Thank you Aliena. The music is comin', it's comin'.
2005-09-07



Longing on the road...
Great lyrics, man! Where's the music?
2005-09-07


holybear
Right, thank you. Will look into it.
2005-09-07


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
When it hits your face wash away - this line seems awkard, perhaps changing ti to washes away?

don't get away - doesn't get away

wind start - wind starts

get carried away - gets carried away

vipe - wipe.
2005-09-07


holybear
Thank you, friend, for them nice words. And mondo thanks for the rating!
2005-09-07