Coral Strand Lane

Chris Houston

I am sitting in the van, me and the traveling band
searching for signs saying route 67
Our days on the road are beginning to fade
as we turn into Coral Strand Lane

Uncombed and tired we fall into the sand
I am counting the stars and the satellites
One of them is a wire to you above of the Channel, the cities and fields

Across the rooftops and streets to the town we both live in
where we’d met at a crowded flea market
I was glued to the spot between chairs and old junk
as your eyes met mine in the dark
They sparkled like the stars here at Coral Strand Lane
where it’s slowly beginning to dawn
And with the rain falling down, I’m deciding: From now on

I will leave all my worries behind
I will leave all my worries behind

Like a drowned rat I go back to the van
counting the drops in the pouring rain
One of them is a wire to you above the Channel, the cities and fields

Across the rooftops and streets…

I will leave all my worries behind
I will leave all my worries behind
I will leave all my worries behind
So you can leave all your worries behind
Leave all your worries
Leave all your worries behind