Foolish Gold

Two-thirty in the morning and I wake with “These dusty roads you walk on”. When a lyric snags you sometimes it won’t let go.

Those dusty roads you’ve walked on
Water them with grace
Recall with gentle kindness
A lover’s sunset face
Memory’s a Greyhound
Drivers, Joy and Pain
Know you’ll never see those pictures
Quite like they were again

Take all the homes you’ve cried in
Fold them in your tears
Stow them in your closets
Won’t need them for years
Sometimes when you’re lovely
Sometime when you’re old
Forget you ever hid them away
So much foolish gold

Chorus:
You’ve been a slave in Egypt You got lost in Guelph
Never found those exit signs from fires in yourself

Now you sit in winter
Snow around your knees
Your dreams sink into drifting
hopes slow down and freeze
Time no longer matters
Sky fell yesterday
One damn thing over and over and over
Black and white to grey

Chorus:

Hostage to remembrance Stockholm in your heart
You’d like to have her to yourself, but you’d rather be apart

Take any road you’ve walked on
travel there with grace
Recall with gentle kindness
Your lover’s sunset face
Memory’s such a Greyhound
Drivers still Joy and Pain
No, you’ll never see those pictures
Quite like they were again

©2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN)