La Rocca - Roadway Hymn

Out of work, I’m not facing home
Leaving state, parts of me already gone
I’ll send you mine, once I’ve earned a few
Cities call, not sure if they’ll ever do

And I’m on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what am I headed for?

Some went in, same as other times
Across the yard, and took what once was mine

Some went in, same as other times
Across the yard, and took what once was mine

But I’m on the roadway
Facing heaven one way
Turn around and work it out
Darling what am I headed for?

Whistle blows in every place I pass
No need here for these hands to grasp
And for these hands to grasp


Ligia M. Ferriera