RIDING HOME
Colors of the world are fading
as night swallows day,
Riding down a sea of roads,
the world passes away
You give your shoulder
for my sleepy head
So here’s a promise I’ll endeavor;
Someday I’ll let you sleep instead,
I wish we could ride on forever!
--CRONIN DETZZ
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RIDING HOME
Written 2-14-81
Inspiration
When I was in high school, we lived at the end of a hilly street. My
boyfriend would drive me home and I'd lay my head on his shoulder, not a care
in the world, just enjoying the quiet, secure peace.