You remind me of a boy I knew

and a summer long when my heart just flew

I thought he was strong he thought I was quirky

when we were living in Albuquerque

but not quite ready to move on.

The road is long from there to here

memory’s hazy from the grass and beer

but it seems to me that we’ve met before

somewhere on the road back then.

Yeh, back then I had the world in my hand

living on the banks of the Rio Grande

my life was slow and my hair was long

we had nothing to do but sing our song

until we felt ready to move on.

The road is long from there to here

memory’s hazy from the grass and beer

are you sure that our tracks have never crossed over

somewhere on the road from back then.

But he went first up to Santa Fe

so I headed west for the lights of L.A.

we kept in touch for a while by letter

then the next guy or place began to look better

and I told myself to move on.

The road is long from there to here

my memory’s hazy from the grass and beer

but I’m sure I’ve seen that pretty smile of yours

somewhere on the roadside back there.

There’ve been many more places and many more fellas

I met some in the street and some in bordellos

But none came close to the flame we fanned

or the songs we sang by the Rio Grande

before he decided to move on.

You remind me of a boy I knew

and that summer long when our hearts just flew

he was strong and I was quirky

I thought we were happy in Albuquerque

but he was ready to move on.

And I remind me of a girl I knew

through this dirty mirror and the light so blue

in back of a car on Franklin and Vine

now I’ve got a bellyfull of cheap red wine

but I’m still not ready to move on,

No sir, still not ready to move on.

The road’s so long from there to here

my eyes are streaked and I smell of fear

but I’m sure I’ve seen your handsome face

somewhere on the road back there

somewhere on the road back there.

I’m lost somewhere on the road back there.

© Andrew Gold 16 August 2003