Albert Martin


Does This Road End Up In The South?


The disappointments have been
A lot, as you have seen
You know
That a man can't walk by himself
The road The Lord has drawn for him
He needs a woman, Jim

Jim, you have ridden
Along the road that the old man walked out
You learnt from the masters like me
So you know what this is all about
The long road before our eyes
Does it go on forever
Or does it end up in the south?

Jim, when we get there
We will see if you were sincere
If it's true
That the sky is ever blue
And the Green grows in everywhere

I'm already seeing you rectifying
What a Little profit you take from your mind
Always promising false statements
Always thinking you win
When you're lying

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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