Gentle On My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk free to walk, free to walk, free to walk, free to walk That makes me know that I can leave My sleeping bag behind your couch yes it'll be right there Yes it does yes it'll be right there It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And your ink stains that have dried upon some line Keeps you on the backroads backroads By the rivers of my memory memory It keeps you ever gentle on my mind gentle on my mind, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ouh gentle on my mind, yeah It's not clinging to some rocks and ivy planted on some column now that binds me, no, it don't Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking We did it, baby It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving When they turn around and find That you're moving on the backroads backroads You're still on my memory memory You're ever gentle on my mind gentle on my mind, yeah Yes, I'm baby gentle on my mind, yeah Yeah, you're gentle gentle on my mind, yeah You're gentle gentle on my mind, yeah You're gentle and gentle gentle on my mind, yeah You're gentle on the backroads gentle on my mind, yeah Yeah, yeah gentle on my mind, yeah You're gentle on my mind gentle on my mind, yeah Say that, babe gentle on my mind, yeah You're gentle on my mind gentle on my mind, yeah Yeah gentle on my mind, yeah