by Leilehua Yuen
Driving, driving, driving
Down the Saddle Road
Wishing I could meet you once again
Driving, driving, driving
Down that Saddle Road
Wishing I could greet you once again
Southern Cross is hanging low above the road ahead
Stars spread out across an open sky
Tires on my old four-by hug each and every bend
The way I wish that I was hugging you tonight
And I’m driving, driving, driving
Down that Saddle Road
Wishing I could meet you once again
Driving, driving, driving
Down that Saddle Road
Wishing I could greet you once again
Another constellation now guides me on my way
I wonder if it’s hanging over you
So many words I never took the time nor dared to say
I sing them to the stars to send to you
And I’m driving, driving, driving
Down the Saddle Road
Wishing I could meet you once again
Driving, driving, driving
Down that Saddle Road
Wishing I could greet you once again
Driving, driving, driving
Down the Saddle Road
Wishing you could meet me at the end
Driving, driving, driving
Down that Saddle Road
Wishing I could greet you once again
I wrote Saddle Road when my sweetheart and I were living many miles, and an ocean, apart from each other. That happens a lot in Hawaiʻi. You have to go where the work is. I was commuting across Hawaiʻi Island – about 90 miles each way – and would come home around 10:00 at night over the old Saddle Road – before the twists and bends were taken out. I composed this song to the swing and sway of my old (240,000 miles) Jeep Cherokee.
The lyrics on the recording don’t match the written lyrics for the song. I was tired that day, and didnʻt catch it in editing. :-/
~Leilehua