I Know You're On The Road

I know you're on the road
You were spotted in the bar
Outside the Sierra Madres
Where the quiet people live
They heard loud talking and fist fighting
They knew it was you
So they call me up to tell me
And they said you looked down
Said you were asking bout your woman
But you could not describe her
They gave you a sedative they said
They gave you a bath too
They put you in a room and then told me
You were crying by the fireplace
And calling for the preacher
He come running for the bar
But when he got there you were off again

I know you're on the road
They found letters on the highway
Stained with wine and dirty with mud
They were recently written
And the handwriting was pronouncedly yours
The words were no others
And the phrasing could not be mistaken
There were sentences and remarks
But no one could understand
At first the letters read like the rambling of a man
Searching for his lover in the cold and misty dark
But then they figured that the letters had been torn apart
They laid em' out across the road
One after another
Trying to decipher which belongs next to the other
After hours upon hours they gave up and walked on
They realized you had done the same

I know you're on the road
A mystic came to me in my dream
She said she's been following you around
She told me you were bothered
And I said I don't know why
She told me you were hurt
And I asked if there was something I could do
She motioned to the window
She lit the candle light
She handed me my shoes and said go now to the road
Find him where he is
Find him in the sunlight
Let him know you once again
On the road or off the bend
Don't speak unless he looks in to your eyes
Don't make excuses for the past
Just tell him nothing can compare to his kiss