Limousine Dream
Lyrics and Music: Ron Wrolson
Published by ZenSongs Music - ©2022

2 a.m., Eyes open, 
Sittin’ here wishin’ and a-hopin’ that you'll call.
Quit stalling! I ain’t fallin’ for another line, 
a diamond alibi.
Hey Baby, What’s shakin’?
I’m givin’ and you’ been takin’!
I’m patient, I’m on station by the curbside.
Let me take you for a ride.

Limousines and magazines, well they got you girl, 
(In between the lines)
Starstruck! I’m outta’ luck!
Come on and rock my world!
(Running out of time)
Things ain’t always what they seem . . .
‘Can’t wake up . . .
from this Limousine Dream.

When I met ya’, 
I coulda’ bet ya was a movie star.  
A real hottie, a little naughty like a fast car.
Gold digger, a hair-trigger with an appetite, 
You’re in the market, a new target on the hunt tonight.

I’ve had enough! Your kind of love is like a falling star!
(burning in the night)
I’m here and you’re so far away.
(slippin’ out of sight)
Things aren’t really what they seem . . .
in this Limousine Dream!

(bridge solo)

2 a.m., Eyes open, 
Sittin’ here wishin’ and a-hopin’ you’ll call.
Quit stalling! I ain’t fallin’ for another line, 
No “diamond alibis”
Hey Baby, What’s shakin’?
Im givin’ and you’ been takin’!
So patient, I’m on station by the curbside.
Wanna’ take you for a ride.

Limousines and magazines, well they got you girl, 
(In between the lines)
Starstruck! I’m outta’ luck!
Come on and rock my world.
(Running out of time)
Things ain’t always as they seem,
but I can’t wake up! 
from this Limousine Dream.

Limousine Dream *

The Road Home
Lyrics and Music: Ron Wrolson
Published by ZenSongs Music - ©2022

I ran out of Summer, now I’m headed into a fall.
That far off thunder, It’s just my rock and roll.
I thought she was a friend of mine, 
	the way she moved all soft and slow,
But she packed up my bags, you know . . . 
	Then she kicked me right out the door.

I wound up on the highway, 
Stuck my thumb out for a ride,
I lost my better angels along the wayside.
This kind of lonely is something that I can’t abide.
It feels like madness, I know it ain’t Paradise.

My Road Home is a mighty long way to go.
Those big city lights you know,
they don’t shine for me no more.
I’m drifting where the wind blows
like a shadow out on the road.
Got no way back and no direction,
It’s a very tough row to hoe.

The light is fading
I try to shut out the cold.
The wind is biting into my soul.
Sleeping in places it seems that God forgot.
Lost in a world with no identity, 
I never even had a shot.

Hey, I know its easy to turn your head and look away.
After all, they’re just lost souls
with nothing much to say.
Underneath the streetlights,
Just a dirty bag of memories,
Still it gnaws at your soul to know your cup is full,
But the light’s about to turn green.

My Road Home is a mighty long way to go.
Those big city lights you know,
they don’t shine for me no more.
I’m drifting where the wind blows
like a shadow on the road.
Got no way back and no direction,
It’s a very tough row to hoe.

RW 11/9/2022

The Road Home *

Songwriter, Guitarist, Keyboardist - From Tacoma Wa.

The Road Home *

Ron Wrolson

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