Just A Detour

 

Just a detour off the main road,

just a little walk in what they call a park,

a meadow with a little stream,

a bank with flowers in the grass,

and in front of where I sit, that mountain pass.

 

That was all you were,

all I’d gone a’askin’ for,

just a detour off that long main road,

a day of laughter, a night in bed,

I wasn’t looking for a change I said.

 

But now I see that plain white church

in silhouette against the hills,

and I know that detour was my home,

but I left those flowers in the grass,

got lost along that mountain pass.

 

 

just a word-