Heading Homeward Bound by Ron Porter ©2019

Seven women in my rear view mirror
you know I could have loved them all
but, I heard the highway calling
caught my hat and got out in the wind
I'm looking for a time called "Yet To Come"
where I can be nobody's friend
cause I spent enough time in Right Here
shootin' pool with pals and drinking beer

 
a rich man only wants for more money
a poor man needs only comfortable shoes
keep your eye on the dealer and the cashier
there are way too many ways to lose
I think I'll smoke me another burger
and eat at least one more cigarette
all I want is to make it home but,
I just don't know where that is yet.

I wrote you, I mailed It by Ron Porter ©2019

I wrote you a letter that had no words
about the love and pain I felt for you.
I mailed it to an address where nobody lives
cause it was the only thing I could do.
I went home and sat in a room where 
you were not there, and there's just one chair,
drank coffee and played some solitaire.

Hours run together; years flow by like a river.
I remember old times; memories make me quiver.
My love for you is constant and true
As constant and bright as the Northern Star
Remember, I told you it would never fail?
You never replied to my wordless epistle;
Maybe, baby, it got lost in the mail.