Wheels On My Heels

It's knowin' that your door is always open
 And your path is free to walk
 That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
 And stashed behind your couch
 It's knowin' I'm not shackled
 By forgotten words and bonds
 And the ink stains that have dried up on some lovin'
 That keeps you in the back roads
 By the rivers of my memory
 It keeps you ever gentle on my mind
 It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
 Planted on their columns now that bind me
 Or something that somebody said
 Because they thought we'd fit together walkin'
 It's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'
 Or forgivin' when I walk along some railroad track and find
 That you're moving on the back roads
 By the rivers of my memory and for hours
 You're just gentle on my mind
 Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
 And the junk yards and the highways come between us
 And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
 'Cause she turned and I was gone
 I still might run in silence
 Tears of joy might stain my face
 And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
 But not to where I cannot see you
 Walking in the back roads
 By the rivers flowing gently on my mind
 I dip my cup of soup back from a gurgling
 Cracking cauldron in some train yard
 My beard a roughening coal pile
 And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
 Through cupped hands around the tin can
 I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
 That you're wavin' from the back roads
 By the rivers of my memory
 Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind