Bryan Gorsira Days Roll By
Trees bend to wave me on,
and line my path along the road.
Cypress swamps flood my thoughts with you
As sun flows through my hair
The grey blur of endless road stretches on
And I drive into the night
Starlit towns with all lights off, but one,
A romance in the night?
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And as I roll home to you
To hold you close to me
The days roll by
Small shacks with empty stares and a vacancy
Of years left behind
Trees and vines crumblin stone once hard
With warm desire
I see shadows of broken dreams, tears and pain
And it breaks my heart
They fade gray and small into the golden night
And slip away
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Greasy diners, smoky faces, and neon
Are strange company
Gloomy faces streaked with time sit silent
Years on the road
The red torn dinner stool squeals round
I stare at the solitude
And reflected looking back at me is the pain
And fear I have of loving you
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I’m rushing all these miles to look
Once more into your eyes
Deep dark pools of ocean blue
Vertigo, I spiral out of sight
Satin hair, painted nails, and fragrance
To make me dream all night
And I dream of kissing you, once more,
All through the night
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