The fourth most viewed Song of the Day post belongs to Lyle Lovett — it’s the title track of his best album, The Road to Ensenada.
I’m guessing this post has attracted so much attention due to its general awesomeness, as well as the mysterious nature of its lyrics. I can imagine many an obsessed fan Googling away to come across any scraps they can find about this haunting masterpiece.
My ‘Road to Ensenada’ post has been view 988 times… it will surely hit 1,000 this month. And it has prompted some very insightful comments, including a quick note by somebody calling himself “Lyle” that had me wondering if the artist himself might have joined the fray. I seriously doubt it, but it’s a fun thought.
Here’s another great track from the same album.
As his arm it reached around
And she looked at the window
And she watched the shade go down
It was a private conversation
No one heard her say
That the man she left behind her
Was two thousand miles away
Singing boy pick up that fiddle
And play that steel guitar
And find yourself a lady
And dance right where you are
There was a lonely girl from nowhere
With a smile all sweet with pain
And she never stopped to wonder
If she’d see him again
It was a private conversation
No one heard her say
That man that she was looking for
Was only twenty streets away
Singing boy pick up that fiddle
And play that steel guitar
And find yourself a lady
And dance right where you are
And the band it just kept playing
As she came walking in
And he never stopped to wonder
If he’d see her again
It was a private conversation
No one heard him say
That girl he left behind him
Was two thousand miles away
He just sang boy pick up that fiddle
And play that steel guitar
And find yourself a lady
And dance right where you are
And the moral of this story
Is I guess it’s easier said than done
To look at what you’ve been through
And to see what you’ve become
It’s a private conversation
No one hears you say
It’s a private conversation
And his hand it fell behind her
As his arm it reached around
And she looked at the window
And she watched the shade go down
It was a private conversation
No one heard her say
It was a private conversation
No one heard him say
It was a private conversation
No one heard her say
It was a private conversation
Meet Me In Montauk 
I still think it was Lovett who weighed in on your post. So, Lyle, if you see this, please confess to the guest appearance.😄
Wow, wouldn’t that be great!!
You know, I like this Lyle fellow 😉
I have been an absent blog reader in recent weeks, so I’m catching up tonight. What lovely surprises have greeted me, not the least of which is another song by my all-time favorite artist. I’m not at all surprised to learn that your “Road to Ensenada” post has captured so many views, as that song – and album – are extraordinary. I like to think that Lyle fans are an especially intellectually curious bunch who would likely want to see what others think about a song they love. I know I do.