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