With the twlight colors falling
and the evening laying shadows
hidden memories come stealing from my mind
as i feel my heart beating out
the simple joy of living
i wonder how i ever was that kind
But the wild road i was rambling
was always out there calling
and they said a hundred times i should have died
but now my present miracle
so, i believe they were roads that i was meant to ride
Like a soldier getting over the war
like a young man getting over his crazy days
like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
everyday is better than before
i'm like a soldier getting over the war
There were nights i don't remember
and there's pain that i've forgotten
other things i choose not to recall
there are faces that come to me
in my darkest secret memory
faces that i wish i would not come back at all
In my dreams parade of lovers
from the other times and places
there's not one that matters now, no matter who
i'm just thankful for the journey
and that i've survived the battles
and that my spoils of victory are you