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These Destinations

from Desolation Sound by Luke Maynard

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1. These Destinations

Well I’ve been on the lonesome road
That cuts clean through Ontario
And winds its way out west to where
The trees turn every shade except a shade of white.

And once a wise man told me that
This thing we call the lonesome road
Is not so very lonesome if
We only learn to listen to the radio.

But thirty stations come and go,
And bridges made of static stand
Between the destinations of
A broken-up and tangled little countryside.

And all the little farmers’ fields
Are alternating green and brown
And yellow back to green and brown
And yellow back to green and brown and yellow

’Til the light is gone,
And I’ve watched these destinations for a long time.

Stop: The girls here in Vancouver
Are all customized and metal-ringed
And peaceably assembled in
The smoky basement of a hippie factory.

And over in Victoria,
They read phantasmagoria
And go to bed so early that
The downtown bars are empty as the homeless hats.

The retirees and old Chevelles
Have all seen tours of duty; they
Remember when the world was just
A pocketful of countries in an unknown sky,

And a woman bought with box-tops by
A man tattooed with nightmares is
The only thing that’s left of all
The promises of places that a road can buy.

Soon the road is gone,
And I’ve watched these destinations for a long, long time.

So I met this girl and fell in love;
She had a cat the colour of
The light that sprays across my arm
When first the sun gives way from day to twilight’s glow.

Her mind was sharp as broken glass
And, God, she held on tight to me,
And every word she said was like
A knife that stabbed my sorrow in its filthy heart.

Well, I’ve been on the lonesome road
That slashes through Ontario,
And, empty as a homeless hat,
I’ve reached the understanding that I love her so.

And once a wise man told me that
This thing we call the lonesome road
Is not so very lonesome if
We let our heart direct us where it wants to go.

But the road goes on,
And she’ll be my destination for a long, long time.
Still the road goes on,
And she’ll be my destination for a long, long time.

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from Desolation Sound, released June 30, 2018
All vocals & instruments by Luke Maynard
Written by Luke Maynard

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Luke Maynard Toronto, Ontario

Singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, old-school Canadian acoustic troubaour, and all-purpose sonic roustabout.

Loitering around the upper frets since 1996.

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