Sono ormai due giorni che gira in loop sulla mia autoradio e nella mia mente.

Una canzone malinconica, struggente, che si adatta perfettamente al mio stato d’animo di questi giorni. La voce di Cash sembra tagliare le tenebre con l’accetta. Ruvida e cupa. Un salmo laico di chi va incontro al suo destino. Senza paura. Nemmeno della morte.

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed

Where the gun is cocked and the bullet’s cold

Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold

I’ll meet you further on up the road

 

Got on my dead man’s suit and my smilin’ skull ring

My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing

I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold

And I’ll meet you further on up the road.

 

Further on up the road

Further on up the road

Where the way is dark and the night is cold

One sunny mornin’ we’ll rise I know

And I’ll meet you further on up the road.

 

Now I been out in the desert, just doin’ my time

Searchin’ through the dust, lookin’ for a sign

If there’s a light up ahead well brother I don’t know

But I got this fever burnin’ in my soul 

 

Further on up the road 

Further  on up the road 

Further on up the road 

Further  on up the road 

 

One sunny mornin’ we’ll rise I know

And I’ll meet you further on up the road…