Travel Song

The town I’ve left
still calls me home
dusty hills
wind hast blown
all the day
the sun shone
scorching heat
the birds have flown

away away
I left today
Old Town I have nothing
left to say
each and every memory
I wish to stay
a heavy– I cannot break away

life and love fills tears in my eye
wateree the highway
I begin to cry
miles and miles
go by and by
the windshield holds
a dying butterfly

leaking down
spread across
I feel the heaviness
of all the dross
Small dead butterfly
I realize
only a moth