In your travels you surely meet the blues
Elegantly simple but equally epic tale of long travels, lonley sunsets and naturally lovers. Fine blend of sorrow, dust, cowboys and whiskey really far from “Southern” America both in space and time…
I’ve just arrived and I’m searchin’ for you
To have a good day or two
Woke up so early my eyes are quite sleepy
But you can see that I’m glad to be here
We had a talk at the Birdcage Walk,
We were sittin’ on a bank by the lake
I know you’ll never ask me to stay
But by Sunday midnight I surely gonna be taken away
Reached the end before the start
I won’t ask you to send me a postcard
Maybe we should meet again later,
After we’re torn apart
We had a talk at the Birdcage Walk,
We were sittin’ on a bank by the lake
I know you’ll never ask me to stay
But by Sunday midnight I surely gonna be taken away
If you were only a few years older
You’d understand what I say
And if you’d felt just like I did
We could have found a way
We had a talk at the Birdcage Walk,
We were sittin’ on a bank by the lake
I know by the wind soon I’ll be blown
And that Sunday midnight is surely gonna take me home