Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave, my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowing I'm not shackled by
Forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back roads, by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking

It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're waving from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
For hours you're just gentle on my mind