rendezvous

© words and music: garnett betts

Dusty blue suit
Desert dry throat
This Dateland Road maybe far as you go
Rendezvous

Second hand stopped
On that cross road sand
A date with the past,
Maybe your last stand
Rendezvous

Chorus

But you’re still ‘little shakey on what went down
Hitchin’ on Dateland Road
If a ’57 Chevy turned on your last dime
You still won’t hitch a ride
Back to some simple time

Walk on, walk on to your
Rendezvous!

So all the cards fell
On the plans you made
But this desert sand
May be your promise and
Your rendezvous

‘Cause up from your well
Calls your every choice
“Can you live where you stand
Stand for your voice
Rendezvous?”

Chorus

But you’re still ‘little shakey on what went down
Hitchin’ on Dateland Road
If a ’57 Chevy turned on your last dime
You still won’t hitch a ride
Back to some simple time

Walk on, walk on to your
Rendezvous!

Bridge

Do you find the cross road?
Does it find you?
Show you the troubled and the wise
The holy and the fool

Every road’s your own
Take it home with you
North, South, East, and West is
Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Chorus

But you’re still ‘little shakey on what went down
Hitchin’ on Dateland Road
If a ’57 Chevy turned on your last dime
You still won’t hitch a ride
Back to some simple time

Walk on, walk on to your
Rendezvous!
Oh walk on, walk on to your
Rendezvous

North, South, East, and West for you

Rendezvous

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