[Dr. Johnny Fever]

3rd favorite song ever. Show me someone who can still write like this and I'll show you no one.

Its' knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping 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 are dried upon some line
that keeps you in the backroads
by the rivers of my memory
and keeps you ever gentle on my mind

it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on thier columns now that bind me
or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin
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 movin on the backroads
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 a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
but not to where I cannot see you walkin on the backroads
by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin, crackin cauldron in some train yard
my beard a rough'nin coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
that you're waitin from the backroads, by the rivers of my memory, ever smilin, ever gentle on my mind