It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds, and the ink stains that have dried up on some line,
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory,
that keeps you ever Gentle On My Mind

Gentle On My Mind, John Hartford (RIP '01...loved that guy!)

(hey, milum...no repetitiveness here!)