I've been ten years on this road
look at my bent back, see the weight of my load
but I raise a glass to all the troubadours
who've worn this road smooth with their shoes
warn out shoes but rock hard souls
and hearts as big as the sky

I've been ten years on this ride
and sometimes the bus grinds to a halt
and I'm forced to walk beyond its windows
into the road which looms outside
I find its not as cold as it seemed
'cause everyone is holding onto some dream
to keep it warm and sacred

the trick is to find the hidden dream
though it may be carefully concealed
unlock it and join its dreamer
and make his ride and yours a little less lonesome

its been ten years since I took my dream
and held it up for all to see
and let it ripple in the breeze
like a flag against the sky
and though its faded quite a bit
and it may be a little torn
it still flies proud for all to see
like a beacon in a storm

the trick is to find the hidden dream
though it may be carefully concealed
unlock it and join its dreamer
and make his ride and yours a little less lonesome

so I offer up my innocence
to anyone who wants or needs a little piece
look and see the face of love
shining like a star

Posted Wednesday, June 6th 2007