“Every once in a while,” she said with a smile
And with something like irony
“I get a glimpse of the golden mountaintop
Where lovers can run free
So stroke my hair, my dress, my soul
See how my body sways
And I know we will dance together up there
One of these days”
Sadly I let her keep walking
As I turn into a bar
I told her I'd walk her all the way home
But I'm not going that far
Still I hear her whistle, wildly
In her own drunken way
“I trust we will walk down the streets of gold
One of these days”
Lord, I don't have the heart to tell her
When I meet her later that night
I'm not the kind to keep to one woman
Since I can barely keep my anger inside
And it's better for her, or at least for me
She's not the kind to hold a grudge
How do I know she'll take me in again
The next time I need some love?
Though that is neither here nor there
Even drifters need a place to stay
I swear I'll stay with her for more than one night
One of these days