Road Left To Spare

i have measured out my life in ticket stubs

scribbled songs on the backs of receipts

i have laid my head on many pillows and

i have choked down my portion of grief

 

and i laughed when those children called me darling

they were so stupid and so dear 

but when you began to call me pretty names

i never knew those words could sound so real

 

now i cup my chin in the palm of my hand

in the candle's guttering light

and i squeeze your hand in the darkness

like our bodies could hold back the night

darlin' i would follow you anywhere

and we'll get where we're going

on a wing and a prayer

darlin' i would follow you anywhere

and we'll get where we're going

with road left to spare

 

it once was said by a thoughtful man

all who wander are not lost

if wandering is the path you choose

i would follow at any cost

 

i have not been the sort to pray

and to church i've never been

but if fervent prayer would convey us there

i would write you an honest hymn

 

thinking all this in an empty bar

squeezing your fingers in mine

our little oasis of candlelight

is safe and still and fine

© 2016 by Zoë Robertson. Photography by Robert Zbikowski and Vincent Fugere. Proudly created with Wix.com

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