I remember Mike the singer
And his Texas lady, Cathy
The both of them were dreamers
In a beat-up gypsy truck
He would sing to her of freedom
And of the pleasures to be found
In not hanging on too tightly
Until she was tightly bound

I turn my thoughts to Maggie Becker
Who swore her life away from chains
And cast her lot out on the highway
Just to hitch a ride with luck
But underneath her songs of freedom
You could hear another sound
As she cried inside for someone
Who would hold her tightly bound

Now I have the sweetest lover
With auburn hair and earth-brown eyes
And hands as gentle as the sunlight
Whose touch would make me rise
With her freckle constellations
And her laughter soft as rain
Come to cool the summer evening
And wash away the sorrow stain

© 1985 by Bert Lee