(Track #8 from The Road Less Traveled)

Blue Highways

By Frank Meyer

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I’m riding them blue highways once again

Wonderin’ just what lies around the bend

‘Cause at each and every turn, there’s a chance that I might learn

Something new from someone I’ll call friend

Verse 1
I was sitting in a truck stop in Deluth

Sippin’ some hot coffee in a booth

Suddenly a smile, shot right across the aisle

She said, “My name is Kim. This here is Ruth.”

We sat and talked of how we had survived

The times we won and lost and compromised

When the talk was done, I knew the time had come

For all of us to move on with our lives

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Verse 2
I was walkin’ on a wharf in Monterey

On a chilly rainy day in early May

Well, I hadn’t gone too far, when I saw a little bar

Stopped in there to pass some time away

Well, the barkeep was a simple, honest guy

The kind that looks you right straight in the eye

When I asked how bar life went, well he paused for a moment

He said, “It’s awful tough, but we get by.”

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Verse 3
Well, I was standing on a beach just off Cape Cod

Bouncin’ some of my thoughts off of God

When I asked if he agreed with what became of me

No answer came, not even just a nod

But the salt air whispered, “Son, you’re on your own

And life is just wherever you do roam

Your simple little goal is just to share your soul

With all those folks that you find are alone.”

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©2007 Frank Meyer