It's knowing that your door is always open
 And your path is free to walk
 That makes me know that I can leave
 My sleeping bag behind your couch It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
 And your ink stains that have dried upon some line
 Keeps you on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
 It keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to some rocks and ivy
 Planted on some column now that binds me
 No, it don't or something that somebody said
 Because they thought we fit together walking
 We didn't, baby It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
 When they turn around and find that you're moving
 On the back roads, you're still on my memory
 You're ever gentle on my mind
 Yes, you are, baby Gentle on my mind, yeah
 Gentle on my mind, yeah
 Gentle on my mind, yeah
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