Old Bathurst

Walking down the Great Western
wind carried on my sleeve.
My heart slowly thudding
beating in time to my steps.
Slow.. as thoughts wander
walking sixteen hours
not much else to do.
Nothing but the wind
and the rain, passing down my arms
adding cherished weight to my shoulders.
 
Man, it's therapeutic
I wouldn't have it any other way
along this lonesome highway
turning off to the right
pass the train station
within the night.
I've come onto Old Bathurst
heading to Emu Heights
 
Echoes of the amplifiers  
Turn the Page, Metallica
echoes out..
Wandering alone
along some lonesome road.
I've never felt more at home
than the winds and the rain
accompanying me.
On the road again..
My thoughts come in.
Thinking of her
imagining her features
I reach out subconsciously
and nothing's there..