My meanings are drowning in a river of words
On I-90 God said, "It will be fine.
The place you are going is where you have been.
It's where you are now. You've seen, so believe."
The mountains thanked me for being their guest.
Sent me down on my own with my own work to do.
What would you say if I asked you to tell me
How do you think I feel about you.
On the road emotions are put to the test
I must be high for thinking like this
On the road emotions are put to the test
I must be high
The weekend riders are rolling in August
Looking for freedom, swarming like locust
Above the rumble of the Harleys they want to hear
You tell me how do you think I feel about you
The red man wants justice and the buffalo herds
To return again to reclaim the land
He longs for the old ways but even he wants to know
How do you think I feel about you
On the road emotions are put to the test
I must be high for thinking like this
On the road emotions are put to the test
I must be high
How do you think I feel about you
I need to know
How do you think I feel about you
©1998 Mark Griffith
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