Credits
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Ronald Eugene Wrolson
Tasteninstrumente
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Ronald Eugene Wrolson
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Ronald Eugene Wrolson
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Lyrics
Days on the road without end
You'll find me on the wayside
This cold December morn
I'll be there
I've something to share with you
And you're the first to know
I've been to the ends of the Earth
Seen the peril and the beauty
Within the line of duty in a war
In a war where no one kept score
Of who was dying inside, while the smoke was rising high
Lighter than air
I've been to the Islands of Love
Sat high upon a hillside, like a pillar in the sky
And I looked down, a king with no crown
When the passing of an eagle caught my eye
Just then a moment of truth crossed my mind
I stood there and I trembled
A vision had assembled
Then and there, a song from nowhere came dancing on the tradewinds like a prayer
Lighter than air
Lighter than air is the thread that we weave
Long is the road that we wind
We're shooting our arrows straight into the sun
So blind, our will to survive
Lighter than air is the thread that we weave
Long is the road that we wind
We're shooting our arrows straight into the sun
So blind, our will to survive
Once there was a young girl, I do remember well
She listened to my story of misbegotten glory
And she tried to stay by my side, until something happened and the feeling just slipped away
We parted in the summer of seventy nine
She left me on the wayside
I left her with a child
How can it be just history to me
To be forgotten like the fallen leaves of time?
Lighter than air
Days on the road without end
You'll find me on the wayside, this cold December morn
I am here
You are so near
Beside the fire there's another empty chair
Lighter than air
Lighter than air is the thread that we weave
Long is the road that we wind
We're shooting our arrows straight into the sun
So blind, our will to survive
Lighter than air is the thread that we weave
Long is the road that we wind
We're shooting our arrows straight into the sun
So blind, our will to survive
Written by: Ronald Eugene Wrolson