Gone For The Ride

Three hundred miles in front of me
Staring at me so
Haunting the road that I should go
Sixteen headless encounters
Teasing at my will
Before the night is over 
I must decide

Well you know I'm a gambler
With the life and a thrill
Conscience please excuse me if you will

Hours of restless reason
Tarring up my nights
Leaving what is wrong and what is right
Sometimes I wait to ride you
The traveler has got no eyes
The chance to face the truth
If I should ride

Well you know I'm a gambler
With a life and a thrill
Riders of the highway with a chill

Three hundred sounds like thousands
When you don't know where to go
Miles which are leaders to your fill
But that's all way ahead of me
At least I think for now
Lessons to be learned before I go

Well you know I'm a gambler
With a life and a thrill
Twisting wheels can my arms reach the will

Haunting fortunes of anger
Telling me to ride
Let me be alone
I will decide

Maybe this is how I leave here
With a flower and a mask
Cover up the pain
From the past
From the past

©2018honsulWhoommusic

I recorded this w a piece of gear I couldn't afford back when. It comprised of a circa-1957 tube amp and la-2a type compressor with balls! I won't mention the cost as it still scares me... It was purchased just to use for this. tune and resell immediately for a profit.