It's always the road
          blowing songs in her ears,painting glory in her eyes.
Why? they ask,who only live beside the road,who don't know a different sunrise.
Those who stay home .

She brings the scent of distant flowers
the flight of eagles in faraway skies
Carrying ancient rocks to lives bound by hours
Watching life with loving eyes.

Its always the Road
  and the peace of knowing
it's not getting there,it's the going