One More Time
(John Raymond Pollard)



The last time I saw you on the highway
You sped by although headed my way.
Although I had my thumb out
I wasn’t looking for a hand out, oh, no, babe.
Must be you didn’t see me.
Were you lost in dreams of new found fame?
It hasn’t been such a long time –
We were poor, but had it all
At one time...

And you played your piano
Hearing your special muse.
Is it you or an angel
Who sings the blues?

Together we set out on the highway.
Nighttime was fading to the new day.
Oh, we were dressed so funny.
Love had the taste of honey that fine day.
We packed our dreams into the car
And made our getaway.
We rolled into this big town,
Sold the car, and settled down.

And you played your piano
Hearing your special muse.
Is it you or an angel
Who sings the blues?

I feel like I’m stranded on life’s highway,
Broke down and waiting, wanting to drive away,
Go down the road once traveled,
Let go of grease and gravel, and feel fine;
Return to where we’ve been, and hold you again
One more time…
Hold you one more time…
Hold you one more time…
One more time.