High and Dry

It was the wrong person and the wrong direction
A young man struggling for meaning and affection
Daily journeys never ending 60 miles each way
Faceless streets, the empty promises dreaming of better day

Towering blocks of time, unfathomable dimensions
Slipping quickly through streets paved with best intentions
Evenings spent in quiet corners, routine, convivial
Seeking to elude the nightly oblivion

Bay of Islands Forest of kauri
High and dry and free again
Milford waterfalls rain down on me
San Francisco, Albuquerque
High and dry I'm free again
Canyon Grand as far, as far as I can see

Athens at midnight with nowhere to go
A stranger in a strange land with nothing to show
Evenings flying solo, craving for home
But the home I knew had disappeared with all I'd ever known



Credits
Writer(s): William Benedict Saunders
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