"Gentle on My Mind" by Glen Campbell

It's knowing that your
Door is always open
And your path is free to walk

That makes me tend
To leave my sleepin bag
Rolled up and stashed
Behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that
Have dried upon some line

That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That 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 fit
Together walking

It's just knowing that
The world will not be
Cursing or forgiving
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 junkyards and
The highways come between us

And some other woman's
Crying 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 on the back roads
By the rivers flowing
Gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back
From a gurgling, crackling
Cauldron in some train yard

My beard, a rustling coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low
Across my face

Through cupped hands
Round a tin can
I pretend to hold you
To my breast and find

That you're waiting
From the back roads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smiling, ever
Gentle on my mind