[00:00.31]
[00:14.31]It's knowing that your door is always open
[00:17.62]And your path is free to walk
[00:24.09]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
[00:27.21]Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
[00:33.84]And it's knowing I'm not shackled
[00:36.09]By forgotten words and bonds
[00:38.90]And the ink stains that are dried up on some line
[00:46.37]That keeps you in the backroads
[00:48.89]By the rivers of my memory
[00:51.32]And keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[00:58.38]It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
[01:01.57]Planted on their columns now that bind me
[01:08.59]Or something that somebody said
[01:11.32]Because they thought we fit together walking
[01:18.15]It's just knowing that the world
[01:20.48]Will not be cursing or forgiving
[01:23.55]When I walk along some railroad track and find
[01:30.98]That you're moving on the backroads
[01:33.61]By the rivers of my memory
[01:36.04]And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[01:43.42]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
[01:45.94]And the junkyards and the highways come between us
[01:53.17]And some other woman's crying to her mother
[01:56.70]'Cause she turned and you were gone
[02:03.17]I still might run in silence
[02:05.69]Tears of joy might stain my face
[02:08.12]And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
[02:15.44]But not to where I cannot see
[02:17.81]You walking on the backroads
[02:20.40]By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
[02:27.77]You dip your cup of soup back from a gurgling
[02:31.06]Crackling caldron in some train yard
[02:37.34]Your beard a roughening coal pile
[02:39.97]And a dirty hat pulled low across your face
[02:47.47]Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
[02:49.89]I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
[02:57.21]That you're waiting from the backroads
[02:59.73]By the rivers of my memories
[03:02.16]Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind

It's 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 up on 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 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 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 you were 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 backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
You dip your cup of soup back from a gurgling
Crackling caldron in some train yard
Your beard a roughening coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across your face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind