Road, The
Music: Lyndon Heart & Salome Strangelove
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove

I can still remember that first glimpse of your neck
As you turned into the wind, it’s a sight I won’t forget
That halter strap lost from your shoulder as you chased it back in place
Then looked around to see,
Oh, the expression on your face
Knowing I had caught you in that moment
When you thought you were alone in a crowded room

Don’t remember what you said with that sizzle in your eyes
But I know what I was thinkin’ when you cut me down to size
For the pick up line I tried to get away with
And how it put me shaking, fumbling in my jeans,
Clumsy as a Yankee mispronouncing New Orleans
Then came that laugh of yours, as you whispered “Don’t you mind”
It cut me like a diamond, though your eyes were not unkind

Oh, I’d have given up the skies to have held your attention back then
But I have learned not to question the road that leads to you
No matter its direction

How much later was it – I don’t like to count the days
When you stood out in my crowd – amused and then amazed
I have never been so grateful for a microphone and stage
And a short set on a lazy Summer day
So I held onto the groove and the boys dug down deep
I don’t think the pavement ever touched my feet
Until I realized you were standing with some guy
Who said he’d like to pick guitar but just never found the time
Then you asked me how I’d been and I told you just sublime
And even better now, that you were near
He couldn’t get you far enough, fast enough away
And I remember thinkin’ “what a waste”
Then you turned and winked at me, and shone just like a star
But it still cut me like a diamond when you climbed into his car

Oh, and I’d have given up the skies to have held your attention back then
But I have learned not to question the road that leads to you
No matter its direction

Every step forward felt like two more back again
You were never there and always there and I can not pretend
To be remembering it all

They say it’s not the destination, oh, if you don’t like the ride
Sometimes it’s not how far you go or what you leave behind
It’s just how far you get away from the things that cloud your mind
When the map is not the territory,

But I’m digressin’ from my story

It’s just that I cannot stop wishin’ I had held your attention back then
Still, I have learned not to question the road that leads to you
No matter its direction