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The longing gaze of the bus stop beauty

Where is she headed this time, to what avail

Her longing gaze, her eyes of ruby

Behind her gaze a mournful wail

 

A sinking feeling fills the air

December doldrums under a Kentucky skyline

You can tell that she’s afraid to care

With no enamored soul in whom to confide

 

The open road lies just ahead

With only time to fill the sprawling space

The path on which she longs to tread

Is surely some eternal chase

 

O muse, o mistress of the road

To where you’ll go I can only wonder

O muse, o mistress of the road

Your soul it speaks with a voice like thunder

 

Minutes ahead and miles away

The buss roars down that sea of pavement

Head filled with thought but nothing to say

She’s had enough of this town enough of this lament

 

No crystalline pearls hang from her neck

Her comfort lies not behind the walls of possession

Her solace must come from life’s frantic wreck

The rumble and tumble, a life led by suggestion

 

And as her ship rolls into town on four glorious wheels

I can’t help but feel saddened to see her depart

And as she boards her lifeboat she looks to me and conceals

That this is not an end but a start

 

O muse, o mistress of the road

To where you’ll go I can only wonder

O muse, o mistress of the road

Your soul it speaks with a voice like thunder