[00:04.498]It's knowing that your door is always open
[00:07.670]And your path is free to walk
[00:14.151]That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
[00:17.281]Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
[00:23.510]And it's knowing I'm not shackled
[00:25.830]By forgotten words and bonds
[00:28.592]And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
[00:35.841]That keeps you in the backroads
[00:38.250]By the rivers of my memory
[00:40.842]That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
[00:47.681]It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
[00:50.983]Planted on their columns now that bind me
[00:57.071]Or something that somebody said
[01:00.364]Because they thought we fit together walking
[01:07.121]It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
[01:10.891]Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
[01:19.078]That you're moving on the backroads
[01:21.811]By the rivers of my memory
[01:24.233]And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
[01:31.303]Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
[01:33.899]And the junkyards and the highways come between us
[01:40.724]And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
[01:44.641]'Cause she turned and I was gone
[01:50.897]I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
[01:56.045]And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
[02:03.394]But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
[02:08.251]By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
[02:15.572]I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
[02:18.762]Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
[02:25.283]My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
[02:28.343]A dirty hat pulled low across my face
[02:34.744]Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
[02:37.383]I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
[02:44.403]That you're waiting from the backroads
[02:47.044]By the rivers of my memories
[02:49.601]Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind