Sonntag, Mai 04, 2014

Never to be caught.

I've felt old before my time
but now I keep the age away by burning up the miles and by filling up my days.
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go,
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows.

To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet.

To the west, to the west, I haven’t got there yet.

To the north, to the north, never to be caught.

To the south, to the south, my time is running out.


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