Black-Top

Striding down the black-top in the heat –

My life in a pack upon my back;

The strains of a pedal-steel guitar –

Running through my brain like an attack;

The heat-haze warps my view up ahead –

In the same way as I view my life;

I have no sense of where I'm going –

But it's at least away from the strife;

Now I have the road and Ry Cooder --

Nothing else concerns me at present;

I've taken the knocks but now I'm free –

No part of my past do I resent;

It's all a part of growing older –

Learning from the downs – being bolder.

So I'm going to keep on walking West –

Taking life as I find it – hopeful –

That one day I will turn a corner;

Maybe turn up at your door – wishful –

But its more likely I'll keep moving –

Until the air gets too hard to breath;

I'll dream the dream of a traveller –

About to take that final trip – believe –

That I will be in the Great Kingdom –

Because - - yes I believe – in His Realm;

His will be done – and I'll keep walking –

But He will set the course – take the helm;

But that's a long way down the road now –

As far away as God will allow.