Wind at our back

I can't wait 'til the Summer,

for this cold to be gone,

for the leaves to be sprouting,

and those spring-morning runs!

When we pack our horse,

and polish its chrome,

dressed in leather and cool,

call the highway our own.

Imagine the fun

those roads heel to us

Our days in the sun,

with a tank full of gas.

When the winds kiss our cheeks,

in the mid-summer day,

when the rays of the sun,

will guide our way.

 Can you promise me, babe,

that this winter so hard,

is just step on the road,

where we're never apart!

All my love,

ICP

When the road is calling his name

by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne

You still can taste that last burning kiss,
when your heart hurt so softly,
by the touch of his lips.
When you looked in his eyes,
full of sadness and hope,
and he touched your heart
in the most mysterious way.
When you waved Good Bye,
with tears in your eyes,
when he told you he loves you
while holding your hand.
When you knew that those miles
aren't light years away.
What the distance had taught you,
was that love doesn't leave,
on highway up North,
or on a barge going East.
All the roads that he'll travel,
all the miles he'll put on,
he'll always come back
to his heart and his home.