Down time
A beautiful day for coffee and journaling on the back porch. So grateful for a day off!
Caravan
“In a world lit only by fire
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
To the distant dream of the city
The caravan carries me onward
On my way at last, on my way at last . . .
I can't stop thinking big”
——————
“Caravan” by Rush
Songwriters: Alex Lifeson / Geddy Lee / Neil Elwood Peart
A long train of flares
Under piercing stars
I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
The caravan thunders onward
To the distant dream of the city
The caravan carries me onward
On my way at last, on my way at last . . .
I can't stop thinking big”
——————
“Caravan” by Rush
Songwriters: Alex Lifeson / Geddy Lee / Neil Elwood Peart
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