In the twenty years
Since your departure
I’ve been strolling around
Thinking about
How far I’ve come
And gone

It hasn’t been far
And it hasn’t been long
The wind that propels
Lost on our canvas
Our sails
And our fear

Seas of wheat
Like fields of gold
Blistering through hot dry air
I part the dust devils with my twisted divinity
And frayed hopes
And flayed soul

Roll on Golden Road
Roll on
Pressed against the side
Of my sweet Golden Road
Four wheels
And a van