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