Texty: Brett Perkins. Last Bus Home. Always Believed In You.

I've got this strange way of talking
When my heart's called to the road
Suitcase in my pocket
Pockets full of hopes

Think I'll head out to Virginia
Where the open meadows roll
Maybe hop a late train to Frisco
Or as far as it may go

With all these dreams I've known
They are just whispers of a spirit shown
Sometimes they glitter
Sometimes they don't
But always believed in you

I've got this friend in California
He's a wonder to behold
He's got Grateful Dead stickers on his car windows
And his eyes are windows to his soul

Says the joy in the journey
Is to watch each life unfold
And there are never really any strangers
Just strange stories to be told

And all these dreams I've known
Says they're just gravel
On our common road

You spin some up
You let some go
Always believed in you
And everywhere I go seems like
Everyone's just searching
For some comfort and release
Found in their ways of worship
Words of wisdom to inner peace

So I check out Buddha, Vishnu, Mohammed
Allah, Kristnia Rama too
A friend says he's setting out now to find Jesus
I say 'Man, I see Jesus here in you'

And all these dreams I've known
They are just echoes of a common hope
For a sacred heart
Saying 'You are not alone'
'I've always believed in you'

(c) 1993 Brett Perkins (KODA)

(Thanks to Brett for these lyrics)