Road Blues
I was driving in my Ford
Backhome to Colleen
I saw on my dashboard
That I needed gasoline
When I pulled over to get some
She was standing there
I looked in her eyes
It seemed to me
She’d used heroine
I asked her what are you doing here
Along this forgotten road
You must go to the city
To get there your dope
Then she surprised me
With tears on her cheeks
Mister Oh Mister
I’ve searched too many years
For something called hope
I said I know a place
Where they have those things
You must go to a cathedral
When they let the bells ring
There must be someone there
Who can give what you want
Do as I said
And you will be blessed
More than the Queen and the King
She said you’re a liar
Because I was there before
It was on a Tuesday
When they opened the door
But the man at the entrance
He won’t let me in
Then I decided
That I don’t wanna hear
Those fairytales any more
I said I can’t explain
Why they wouldn’t let you in
It couldn’t be your body
Your hair or your skin
But try it on a Sunday
When most people go
Put a smile on your face
Walk straight ahead
‘cause no one is without sin
Give me one good reason
Why I must change my attitude
Tomorrow you tell me
That I must go nude
I don’t wanna play somebody
Even if I could
But shouldn’t it be better
Looking to the weather
We go to my own neighbourhood
That’s a good idea I said
Step in my car
I will bring you home
If it’s not too far
But let me first pay my fuel
Before they think I’m a thief
And judged by the man
Who sits behind his desk
Where he can get no relief
After ten minutes
We arrived at her scene
We stopped in front of a mansion
I never had seen
It was build just between
A great white cathedral
And a 58
Black leathered
Elvis tuned limousine
© Stefan van de Sande 2003, first release on "The Stolen Waitress" 2008.
