Waltz to the Road

Waltz to the Road

Words and music: Noa and Gil Dor

And the road and the road

and the car and the car

and your wrist touching my hair

we know we are traveling far, far

but we haven’t decided on where

and the sound of my name in your mouth

is spicy and sweet, or soft as a prayer

I say, lets turn to the south,

there is nothing and everything there

 

There’s a bottle of water, a bag of dates,

an orange that I can peel

I can tell you a story, or sing if you want,

if you’re falling asleep at the wheel

we can talk about when we were kids

and we thought there was nothing we couldn’t achieve

then years passed by and blinded our eyes

now we need something else to believe

 

oooh, something else to believe…

 

You are silent for hours, I humm, and I humm

I feel on the verge of a song

I wait for the words to come when they come

lucky the road is long

and the music I hear in my head

is the dance of the wind

sweeping over the plain

the shade of your eyes

the shifting skies.

and the rest, only love can explain.

 

ooooh, only love can explain

 

At the top of the mountain the view is stunning

but soon it gives way to the night

you say you can tell it’s the end of the tunnel

you ask if I’ve seen the light

the slope is steep

but the road keeps taking us down

 

to the river below

the sound of the wheels, the endless fields

and I’ll go wherever you go

 

oooo, go wherever you go

 

and the road and the road

and the car and the car

and my eyes are watching your hands

we know we are traveling far, far

and we know the road never ends…

so lets talk about when we were kids

and we thought there was nothing we couldn’t achieve

then years passed by

and blinded our eyes,

now we need something else to believe

 

oooh, something else to believe…

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