Darrell Scott - Miracle of Living lyrics
[Darrell Scott - Miracle of Living lyrics]
He left Boston in December for New Mexico
Determined to forget all of
The faces he'd known a little lonesome and a
World of troubled mind
With a bed roll on his shoulder
And a banjo on his knee
He would hitch a ride with truckers
He believed them to be free
Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further
Down the line
He did not meet a girl in
Richmond nor in old San Antone
His vision of the Southwest
Would be realized alone alone to wonder
How his life had gone thus far
As he walked along the highway
He felt a power from inside
He found a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
He walked Carlsbad to White Sands
For forty days and nights
But it only took ten minutes
For that man to realize:
Lord, it's lonesome everywhere
Now he's living back in Boston
Teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages
Glad the kids all think he's cool
He's a man who has learned
From where he's been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand
On his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico
Thumb tacked on the wall oh, you never know
He may need to go again
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
Oh, it's a miracle
Determined to forget all of
The faces he'd known a little lonesome and a
World of troubled mind
With a bed roll on his shoulder
And a banjo on his knee
He would hitch a ride with truckers
He believed them to be free
Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further
Down the line
He did not meet a girl in
Richmond nor in old San Antone
His vision of the Southwest
Would be realized alone alone to wonder
How his life had gone thus far
As he walked along the highway
He felt a power from inside
He found a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
He walked Carlsbad to White Sands
For forty days and nights
But it only took ten minutes
For that man to realize:
Lord, it's lonesome everywhere
Now he's living back in Boston
Teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages
Glad the kids all think he's cool
He's a man who has learned
From where he's been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand
On his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico
Thumb tacked on the wall oh, you never know
He may need to go again
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
Oh, it's a miracle