Ramblin’ Road Back To Leeds

 

Ramblin’ Road Back To Leeds

 

Rollin’ on down the snakin’ road,

Bobby’s drownin’ out the hummin’ bus.

I mimed pickin’ strings as the waters flowed,

sho’ that they’d follow me thus.

But I jus’ saw ‘em spurnin’,

gettin’ lost under the weeds.

An’ I found myself turnin’,

on a ramblin’ road back to Leeds.

 

Changin’ song brought forth the woods,

decked with pines an’ critters hoppin’ mad.

An’ they kept pace as long as they could,

then passed me by, quick as a fad.

O! How I kept on yearnin’

for Pine, Oak, an’ Rowan seeds.

Still, I found myself turnin’,

on a ramblin’ road back to Leeds.

 

Then many-a-field rushed inta view;

I held the gaze of sheep and cow.

Would that I could stay a-while, bid ‘em adieu,

an’ walk the lands ‘pon which they plough.

But as my mind kept on busy, churnin’,

the driver simply kept to his deeds.

So, I jus’ found myself turnin’,

on a ramblin’ road back to Leeds.

 

Finally, we hit upon ‘em buildings-n’-brick walls,

an ocean of greys and bloody pastels.

An’ even Bobby boy’s songs got lost in the calls

of ashy lungs that took the place of cowbells.

So where ‘em factories house the coal burnin’,

where the word, the vow, an’ the soul bleeds,

is where I found myself turnin’,

on a ramblin’ road back to Leeds.