A truck stop on the Souls Highway
My foot and tires find rest on the gravel
Beneath a moon I faintly recognize.
Down this midnight interstate I’ve travelled,
Far away from the City of Souls.
My feet itch, My palms sweat
Faint whisper of beckoning opportunity
Passage of time offering sweet immunity
Where all my ghosts can be laid to rest.
Sit with me, honey, in this dusty light.
Your eyes look heavy in that pretty face.
A sorrow weighs upon your heart tonight;
Let’s have a drink before the highway calls.
Tell this stranger a secret,
And maybe I'll tell you some of mine.
City of old seeped in dust and mayhem
Hungry pavements swallow every love song
Lyrics twisted into the raw bitter end
Sung shallow with empty emotion
Love trapped in colours of rainbows
Bowing in solitude, weeping with loneliness.
I could tell you a similar story,
Of streets that reek of gasoline and rage.
A sodium beacon between Los Angeles and Hell.
Jutting from the desert like a steel Jericho
In this city, gunslingers fell,
In this city, mad ghosts do tell.
I have seen the rivers of freedom
Visionary grasps in beckoning dreams
Gulping sweetness of pure oxygen
I swear, likened to town of Bethany
Where no twisted bitterness exists
No land of heartbroken casualties
They told me all this, of Paradise bliss
Suitcase packed, ghosts I escape
So take me, take me to this place.
I knew an earthbound Heaven like you speak
A port anointed in crystal moonlight.
The energy of the night could strike you blind,
Igniting the purest fires between hearts.
This desert, though, holds no place like that.
No Mount of Olives or waking Lazarus.
I ask, from your ghosts do you truly escape
Or into the arms of demons do you run?
My ghosts track beating of my heart
My demons restless each day after dark
I see you, we share the same cup
And yet,hollow are your bones, eyes of sorrow
Cold is the air, your skin paper thin
What is it my travelling friend that haunts you?
Where do I end and you begin?
Are your memories telling of my extinction?
Extinction would be a blessing
Once locked in that concrete labyrinth.
It is a hub of divinites and ghosts,
Where none are meant to linger.
It is Sheol and Abaddon.
I happened by it in ages past,
Only to fulfill a judgment upon my soul.
I burned to the ground the place I called Heaven
And for this I wander between worlds,
Hovering through the ages.
As for your end, the choice be yours.
For you will pass through this City regardless.
You could live out your illusion and stay,
Forever a spirit when dust claims your bones
Or keep driving through without looking back
To an unwritten future ahead.
I abandon into your words
my nervous hands flutter
beating like wings of a bird snared
slapping sullen bitter air
lights flash behind my eyes
squeezing back the tired years,
I am breathless, I am home
Salty rivers, hopelessly alone
Have I sung my last song
Entering your dying paradise?
Shame burns my pale skin
Your angel feathers dying
land softly at my feet
Don't fear destiny, love.
This chance meeting in this dingy bar
Appeared in the stars ages before,
And unstitched events that chaotically swarm
Close together ultimately in the eye of God.
I'd best hit the road and so should you,
Before the morning gets too old.
Had I met you in another lifetime,
I'm sure my story would've been ours.
But my love waits in another world
Patiently waiting in the ocean moon.
I must escape the first rays of Dawn
Yet toward Dawn's light you must drive.
Two pairs of headlights travel down the Soul's Highway.