I’ve been making moving preparations for last few months and if you ever moved, you know how time consuming it is. That hasn’t left much time for blogging or podcasts.

One advantage of moving though is that you go through your closets and discover all kinds of things you forgot you had. I stumbled on this poem so I thought I would share it. If I could play the fiddle or steel guitar I would make it a country song but alas, I cannot. Hope you enjoy it.

Hitching a Ride

Standing on the corner of memory lane

My heart soaking wet from the pouring pain

I’m hitching a ride with your memory

To take me to where I don’t want to be

The abandoned ruins of you and me

We cross a river filled with my tears

And drive through the desert of wasted years

Your memory just won’t slow down

On it’s way to that old ghost town.

Our love lies scattered along the road

Like discarded wreckage forgotten and old

There’s nothing left for me to see

Just hitching a ride with your memory.

Oh yes we’ve made it, right on time

I can read the city limit sign

Welcome to Sorrow, Population Me

Just hitching a ride with your memory

Our love lies scattered along the road

Like discarded wreckage forgotten and old

There’s nothing left for me to see

Just hitching a ride with your memory.