Testo Gentle On My Mind (with Glen Campbell)

Its knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And its knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you on the backroads By the rivers of my memory It keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted On their columns now that binds me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking Its just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving When I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Through the wheat fields and the clotheslines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman crying to her mother Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence Tears of joy might stain my face And a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you Walking on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind The shutters creak and autumn winds That Make me draw inside myself in silence Cross-legged now I sit and watch The endless chase of leaves across my yard And laying down my hairbrush I lean back within my window seat and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find That you're waving from the backroads By the rivers of my memory Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind