Promise of the Road

When the morning light came shining
I was on the run
Headed down to Vernon
Like trying to paint a feeling with these keys
I'm trying to get a feel for ya

Postcards that you wrote got to me
I'll send some of my own along eventually
A new song or a note
A quick sketch of the road you travelled down
Many years ago now

I've been trying to figure, I've been trying to tell
What all of these postcards do so well
Oh maybe it's a secret that you're never gonna tell
Wrapped up in the promise of the road

When you're across the water, I'll be in the States
You always said that everything comes true
Like any other rounder looking up to you
And learning how to live

He might try to figure, he might try to give
All he has to offer, whatever all that is
Still eludes him like a secret that he's not supposed to know
Something like the promise of the road

True love, and affection
I want to touch the hands of inspiration that you hold
On safe passage to your current destination
I want to learn the promise of the road

Waiting for a taxi, waiting for a train
You await my answer to your question
Should we pack it in, and cut our gains
Or hang around and try and play the game?

You've been trying to understand, I've been trying to tell
This passion never really stands to do us well
And maybe there's a secret that we're not supposed to know
The subtle truth the long passage of time has yet to show

The answer to life's questions anywhere I go
Are hidden by the promise of the road
Oh promise of the road