The Side of the Road

[couchgrouch]

The Side of the RoadHe walks by himself each sundownalong a Texas two-lanelist'ning to the summer poppiestalk about the April rainhe hears the bashful whispersof life in the evening grassthere's joy in the sight of horsesand sadness in broken glassup ev'ry hill...round ev'ry bend,in spinning wheels and the windthere's a tale waiting to be toldsome are proud...some are sorry,there's two sides to ev'ry storyand he listens to the side of the roadhe listens to the side of the roadhe once saw something glitterin twilight's golden glarein the sand was a wedding bandsomeone had just tossed therehe wanted to hear the storybehind that abandoned ringhe couldn't help but feel helplesswhen it told him ev'rythingup ev'ry hill...round ev'ry bend,in spinning wheels and the windthere's a tale waiting to be toldsome are proud...some are sorry,there's two sides to ev'ry storyand he listens to the side of the roadhe listens to the side of the roadthat ring said he'd been foolshand he'd let his lady downso she threw it out the windowwhen she headed out of townnow truckers and state trooperssee him out there ev'ry daydrinking, crying on the shoulderof that lonely highwayup ev'ry hill...round ev'ry bend,in spinning wheels and the windthere's a tale waiting to be toldsome are proud...some are sorry,there's two sides to ev'ry storyand he listens to the side of the roadhe listens to the side of the road(c)2004 Robert George