Americana
Words & Music by Brenda Layne
Leaving California by starlight
Crossing Arizona tonight
I’ve gotta read and follow every sign
Focus my wild bucking mind
Escaping over state lines
Leaving many ghosts behind
America speaks to me
Poetry
Good food, ranch kitchen
Watch for ice
Stop for souvenirs of gone lives
Cliff homes, rock formations
Exit right
Old route 66 signs
There’s an old hobo walking the ties
Through the snowy desert night
America speaks to me
Poetry
All America suffering and lost struggles hard to hide the pain and never face it
The throat-choked sound of my lonely heart whines
As I pierce the night
Kerouac’s ghost is eating apple pie in Memphis with Elvis tonight
Can’t seem to ever leave the past behind no matter how fast I might drive
But they play Dylan in every town, it’s comforting to hear that sound
America speaks to me
Poetry
America speaks to me
Poetry
© Brenda Layne Osuna