Max Stalling And It's True
Out there on a road tonight there’s a boy without a clue
Studying the passing signs and looking for some proof
And somewhere by a fireside there’s a girl who’s looking
too
And outside on the highway she hears passing trucks
roll through
Blowing down a street someplace there’s a page torn from
a book
The last lines of a mystery if anyone would look
And lying in pawnshop there’s a novel with no end
Picked up and put right back down time and time again
Well, it’s me and it’s you and it’s true
It’s me and it’s you and it’s true
Way out in a desert plods a traveler all alone
Through driving winds and biting sand keeps pushing on
and on
Far off in the distance lies an oasis lush and green
Though it cannot be seen yet the traveler believes
It’s me and it’s you and it’s true
It’s me and it’s you and it’s true
Breezes blow some things away and some roads are too
long
But sometimes winds of fate put things right where they
belong
Someday on a wall somewhere hangs a portrait done in
gray
Two people holding hands and smiling back on twists of
fate
It’s me and it’s you and it’s true
It’s me and it’s you and it’s true
Somewhere on a road tonight there’s a boy without a clue
And outside on the highway she hears passing trucks
roll through.
