Emily Hurd: SONGS

Roads carry you today, get you on your way, see you through the cold.
Watch your face, smiling as you go. Ain’t it sad. I’m not a road.

Shares everything you view, everything you do, everything you hold.
All the time you’re gonna bestow. Ain’t it sad. I’m not a road.

Sees you into New York, out to Jersey shores, onto Buffalo.
Gets you through all those highs and lows. Ain’t it sad. I’m not a road.

Drives you beside the steel, abandoned tracks and fields, steady as you roll.
Knows your pain, surely, you suppose. Ain’t it sad. I’m not a road.

Feels how to make you sing. Scenery it brings could move you til you’re old.
But it don’t care whether you come home. Ain’t it sad. I’m not a road.

Ain’t it sad. I’m not a road.


Written by Emily Hurd