Girl On A Road

Ferron

My momma was a waitress, my daddy a truckdriver. The 
thing that kept their power from them slowed me down 
awhile. I remember the morning that was the closing of 
my youth, when I said goodbye to no one and in that way 
faced my truth...and a walk along the river... and a 
rain a'coming down...and a girl on a road.

There's a rhythm to a highway to match the rhythm of 
your fears. My shopping bag possessions scattered with 
my splattered tears. A string of nights in truck stops 
and in darkness and in lies and a man they all called 
Tigerboy...he just had to show me why. He just had to 
give me something I'd forever understand...as a girl on 
a road.

Rain upon the water makes footprints sunk in sand. 
Anger upon angry hurt, take me by the hand. Take me by 
the heartstrings and pull me deep inside and say I'm 
one with your forgiveness and separate from my pride.

I don't know what it's like for you but here's what 
it's like for me... I wanted to turn beautiful and 
serve Eternity and never follow money or love with 
greasy hands, or move the earth and waters just to make 
it fit my plans. My eyes would be the harbor, my words 
the perfect place for a girl on a road.

I met you in the Summer, I left you in the Fall. In 
between we did some living...I like to think that's 
all...but now I see words can be like weapons no matter 
that they're small, and I used three tiny words on you 
and then beat it down the hall. Does this road go on 
forever? Does this terror know no end...for a girl on a 
road? Would you like to sing it with me? Rain upon the 
water makes footprints sunk in sand. Anger upon angry 
hurt, take me by the hand. Take me by the heartstrings 
and pull me deep inside and say I'm one with your 
forgiveness and separate from my pride.

You cannot measure what it takes to mend a withered 
heart. They'll tell you at the onset everybody does 
their part. I did my best to follow the calling of my 
soul. But, it's like that first guitar I played...at 
the center is a hole, at the center is a...longing... 
that I cannot understand as a girl on a road. 

But if music be a boulder, let me carry it a long 
while. Let it turn into a feather, let it brush against 
my smile. Let the life be somewhat settled with the 
life that song has made. Let there be nothing I am 
longing for in some plan I may have made, in some story 
quickly written during a long forgotten time as a girl 
on a road. Sing it with me...Rain upon the...