Believe It from Rebel Sentry by Mike Warren

I got caught out in the rain oustside the consulate of Rome. I hopped the puddles to the train soaking wet down to the bone.
Believe it when you send your dreams out to the ends of the known star beams, there'll be an answer that is coming home. Believe it. Believe it.
Foligno was my stop to change my train and smoke a pop, when I saw Guinevere board the line toward Perugia just like mine.
Believe it when you send your prayer waves down through the earth past the oil and graves to seed the deep with your pure desire. Believe it. Believe it.
I remember when our paths crossed the first time, the swallows swarmed in shapes ubove us. Now years have passed and my face she's recognized so I took the seat beside her. Eyes reflected through the window panes. Her charisma on display.
We shared a stick of gum. Green hills and castles rolling past us. My indigence concealed beneath her smiles and long eyelashes.
Believe it when your cold and broke. Believe it when your morning starts off soaked that come the evening you might be warm and blessed. Believe it. Believe it.
Believe it when you send your dreams out to the ends of the known star beams there'll be an answer that is coming home. Believe it. Believe it.

• Acoustic
• Country
• road songs
• singer-songwriter
• travel
• Perugia