After Gentle on My Mind by Glen Campbell
It’s knowin’ that Your door is always open
And Your path is there to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping brain
Rolled up and stashed behind Your couch.
And it’s knowing that I’m shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And my past pains and desires and some lies
That keeps You on the backroads past the rivers of my memory
Waiting to end my judgmental state of mind.
It’s not clinging to the hopes and dreams I planted
When I wanted things that binds me,
Or something that somebody said because they thought
I meant this or that when talking.
It’s just knowing that the world will still be cursing and unforgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That You’re moving on the backroads past the rivers of my memory
To relieve my sentimental state of mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us,
And some self-styled gurus are saying something or other
They want me to meditate upon,
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me till I’m blind,
But not to where I cannot see You walkin’ on the backroads
Past the rivers, beyond my temperamental mind.
I sip my cup of soup, back from the gurgling cracklin’ cauldron
In some train yard,
My body a burning trash pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face.
Through cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pray I hold Your wine to my lips and find
That You’re waving from the backroads past the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin’, transcendental to my mind.