Wrapped in my bedroll, I look up at stars
colder than any woman I have known.
I need a break from towns and streets and bars.
I need to be out here and on my own.
There's something in these waves of rock and space
that I can learn to call on, I expect;
Someone -- and I might never see His face --
who'll know my need to center and connect.
I keep on riding, day by night by hour,
not knowing what's ahead, what rocks I'll climb,
praying for some connection with a Power
that I can ride with, down this trail of time.
