Road Song

To be able to write the English tongue
Have a sense of humor and be well-hung
A wandering poet singing unsung
Is quite enough to be and never mind
That money honey which I left behind
To pay all those bills and cure all those ills
With which society had burdened me
I slipped their bloody hands and wriggled free

So baby it is you and me out here
This road ahead rolls on who knows how far
The only thing we have to fear is fear
Of which we have none just this moon this star
This moment and this kiss for luck this love
Around this earth beneath this sky above

+Steven Curtis Lance



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