Russell G. Robison


Dawn is still a distant goal
As I go drifting slow
A myriad of roads before me
Which one should I know

All of them now beckon
Each one wanting company
But I’m a hit and run type
So they don’t get much of me

Should I try with my guitar again
To sing away the pain
Or turn the stereo up
And just let it entertain?

If I find there are no words around
I’ll take a break you see
But I have this funny feeling
That I’ll simply do all three