There's a road

Well Aidan got a letter from Claire the other day,
A map of winding backroads where the cyclists like to stay,
And right there in the middle was a street he knew so well,
Said, “That’s where I’ve been riding, where my stories start to dwell.”
He rides them four or five miles as the morning sun breaks through,
With a pocket full of daylight and a sky of endless blue,
Says he’s heading into Cambridge, got an errand on his mind,
Gonna find Kim some new sandals, leave those aching feet behind.

On a road that keeps on rollin’, through the fields and past the farms,
With the wind as his companion and the world within his arms,
From the quiet lanes of Thorny to the rivers running free,
Every mile’s another memory in a life of simple dreams.

There’s a friend named Pamela comin’, needs a place to lay her head,
They’ve a little room all ready with a narrow, humble bed,
Might move the dryer round a bit, or send the wash away,
But they’ll make a space for kindness, come what may, come what may.
Now Hugh and Jan are talkin’ ‘bout a journey down the line,
Leaving on the fourth of summer, back by eighteen just in time,
They’ve been watchin’ for the heavens, where the shadow’s gonna fall,
With a pair of glasses ready just to witness it all.

On a road that keeps on rollin’, through the fields and past the farms,
With the wind as his companion and the world within his arms,
From the quiet lanes of Thorny to the rivers running free,
Every mile’s another memory in a life of simple dreams.

Seventy miles await him, from one Thorny to the next,
With a promise to keep pedalin’ and a plan already set,
He’ll check the inns for shelter, make sure the bikes are safe at night,
And carry on that journey in the pale moon’s silver light.

On a road that keeps on rollin’, through the fields and past the farms,
With the wind as his companion and the world within his arms,
From the quiet lanes of Thorny to the rivers running free,
Every mile’s another memory in a life of simple dreams.

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