I see a trail of stars, sharpened arrows,
freeway lines and stop signs and street lights near,
the open road sings a song of sorrow.
I’d swim across the Atlantic you know,
oh the salt serpents and tritons I’d spear,
trailing sea stars with my sharpened arrow.
I’d crawl across the desert for you so
I’ll climb every mountain top without fear,
every still road sings a song of sorrow.
I envy the pilots and plane audio,
and red–eyed–luggage that sits in the rear.
Follow the trail of stars, cabin arrow.
I am wanderlust in your afterglow,
the world around us, just a spinning sphere.
Without, the road sings a song of sorrow.
My heart you stole, no one else could borrow
and yours I will hold, from far away dear,
for your eyes hold a trail of stars, arrows
pointing to the open road, sing us home.