Broken Chains Of Gold And Oil

Broken Chains Of Gold And OilLove, I don't remember Love and it didn't remember me. I stare out of my Van window, into the darkness of a winters night, having just left my Wife and life of 23 years and listen to the rain crashing down on the roof of my new tin home. Some six months later, I sit next to my pushbike and camp stove, making tea from the snow capped Norwegian mountains that are lit up by the thousand stars that are keeping me company. I see a shooting star fly through

Love, I don't remember Love and it didn't remember me. I stare out of my Van window, into the darkness of a winters night, having just left my Wife and life of 23 years and listen to the rain crashing down on the roof of my new tin home.
Some six months later, I sit next to my pushbike and camp stove, making tea from the snow-capped Norwegian mountains that are lit up by the thousand stars that are keeping me company. I see a shooting star fly through the heavens, but I make no wish, as my wishes have already come true. That is, I'm here, I did it, I made it to Norway, the start of my ride through Europe. I catch another star burst into life and I see the world turning once more. Hmm so perhaps love does make the world go around, but not in my love for someone, but love is here looking out at the heavens and the starlit snow-capped mountains. My God James bach this certainly is one mighty fine T stop.