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ferron - girl on a road lyrics

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…

- ferron lyrics

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