FOGHAT

it's been a long slow ride
with the wind at my sails
the thick moisture of the night
the memory prevails

like a summer's ballgame
on another rainy day
I was born for the road
you were born to fly away

I pleaded for your silky touch
you quickly pulled my mind
no matter what words I used
I couldn't make you find

to remain here at my feet
any other reason
the months flew past my heart
season after season

and now you have returned
for just a while I know
I try not to cover up
afraid when you will go

Gomer LePoet...