Roads

There's a light in the kitchen, somebody's home

A woman is sleeping, a man sits alone

Alone, all alone.

Then comes the dawning

Then comes the morn

The woman is yawning

And daylight is born.

The roar of an engine

The coffee pot perks

Then off to the office to a room full of jerks

Again, once again

I don't know where I'm going but I'll get there.

Sometimes I'm wondering where will it be?

On the Riviera

A man was painting Greece

The image that he captured- Hercules and the golden fleece

Again, once again

Evening came and found him

His paintings looking fine

He put away his brushes

And went out for some wine

Again, once again

Having met a woman

They went out for some air

He loved her like his paintings

And he wondered if she cared

Did she care?

Now there is a farmer

With calloused hands and feet

The wagon wheel is busted

The kids have yet to eat, again

Once again.

They gathered at the table

With loving in their eyes

He looked at them contently

He looked at them he looked at them he looked at them

He looked at them with pride

Once again

And when the meal was over

He kissed them all goodnight

And sat down by the fire feeling everything was right

All right, once again

This is a song about lifestyles

Decisions that we make

Roads that we abandon

And others that we take

We take - roads we take.