Coldstream

The sun’s coming up now over the ranges

I’m driving east and contemplating changes

Looking for a shady spot to sleep under some trees

And by the time I get to Coldstream I might even find some peace

Climbing higher round a winding road

Looking over cliffs to lose my load

It might have been an hour or it might have been a year

But by the time I get to Coldstream everything might become clear

The sun’s going down now behind my head

Here’s to another night without a bed

There’s strange cries in the forest and there’s whispers in the west

By the time I get to Coldstream I might find some time to rest