The song you are listening to, is a new one from Fred Koller and myself . It was primarily written to go with this forthcoming book on the life work of our mutual dear friend and reknowned artist John Baeder. There is also a video in the planning stage. You can take a good look at some of John's beautiful artwork by visiting JohnBaeder.com
A ROAD WELL TAKEN
IT STARTED WITH AN OLD POSTCARD MAILED HOME FROM A VACATION
A BEACON SHINING HIGH ABOVE SOMEPLACE LONG FORSAKEN
LET'S GO BACK TO GEORGIA NOW ON HIGHWAY 29
SON YOU'LL WANT TO FIND A SEAT THIS COULD TAKE SOME TIME
SUNLIGHT FILTERS THROUGH THE CLOUDS CASTS SHADOWS IN THE CHROME
WEARY FACES, COFFEE BLACK, A TRAVELERS SECOND HOME
MORNING PAPERS LEFT BEHIND EGGS WITH CRISPY BACON
AND DOT THE WAITRESS CALLS YOU HON ON A ROAD WELL TAKEN
A ROAD WELL TAKEN STRETCHES SMOOTH AND WIDE
WHEN I TAKE THE CADDY FOR HER RIDE
OUT OF TOWN WE HEAD ON DOWN A RAMBLIN' BLUE HIGHWAY
NO TELLING WHAT WE'LL FIND OUT THERE TODAY
HERE'S SOME PHOTOGRAPHS I SHOT IN BLACK AND WHITE
ONCE YOU OPEN UP YOUR EYES IT'S ALL ABOUT THE LIGHT
ROBERT FROST, HE GOT LOST THEN HE WROTE THAT POEM
'BOUT CHOICES THAT WE MAKE WHEN WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING
A ROAD WELL TAKEN STRETCHES SMOOTH AND WIDE
WHEN I TAKE THE CADDY FOR HER RIDE
OUT OF TOWN WE HEAD ON DOWN A RAMBLIN' BLUE HIGHWAY
NO TELLING WHAT WE'LL SEE OUT THERE TODAY
TANGLED WITH SOME TAXIS ON MADISON AVENUE
BOUGHT SOME PAINT AND BRUSHES FOR SOMETHING NEW TO DO
HOLD THEM TIGHTLY IN MY HANDS CAN'T SAY HOW GREAT IT FEELS
TO CAPTURE OLD MEMORIES, PAINT DREAMS AND MAKE THEM REAL