© Copyright Greg Champion

ever since we left that town this morning
I’ve been gazing in a dream
I gave my life to a travelling roadshow
all that I know is what I’ve seen

oh the wild weeds grow all along the roadside
and the wheels they roll around and round
my life and love is there before me
another day another town

I asked the girl with the ruby red hair
would she come with me on the roam
but it proved to be for her a load to carry
some kinds of love must have a home

from a moving window lines of houses
silent houses all in a row
what’s behind them, their walls and curtains
why even wonder, I don’t need to know

now the bus is waiting outside the motel
what if I run the other way
well it’s kinda late now, too late for running
who would I turn to, where would I stay