It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk, mmm
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

It's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
(Together walking)

It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
(Between us)
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' in the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
Crackin' caldron in some train yard (Some train yard)
My beard a rustlin', cold towel, and a dirty hat
Pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind