Inspired by a 30 day road trip in an interstate Truck |
Look at the map on my face, see all the lines; These are the roads that I travel. Interstate Highway and two lane roads That lead to the places and so many faces And all of the things I've left behind. But I brought along my memories; and I think I’m doing fine. But I feel so empty so hollow inside . Though on different highways all; Most truck stops seem exactly the same. We blew a tire just South of a place called Chadron, I grew up near here, We shopped here, And I went to Music Festivals Where bands from all around Strutted their stuff, Marching on the street. I ate a piece of pie at the Heritage Grille, Strawberry Rhubarb, Hot! with ice cream. Just like my grandma used to make. Is it strange that my server Looks like someone I knew, long ago? I guess after being on the road so long Everyone reminds me, of another time, of Some other place or someone I once knew. You can remember her face, the glint of her smile. And though these many years have passed. She can still smile, and bake such a pie that It's taste still lingers, deliciously, on my tongue. I’ve seen Oceans at sunrise and mountains in the rain Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth all of the pain. I’ve got grandkids to make it worthwhile, Now I wonder what I can bring them What can replace the time we have lost When I was on the road. But I’m out on the highway, hauling a load Tomorrow, I’ll be somewhere else, it's a long time before I’ll be home. On the phone I say "just remember I’m coming your way. I miss you, I love you, and send you a kiss," "KISS sound!" Every Day! Without Fail. Before Bedtime. Look at the map on my face, see all the lines; These are the roads that I travel. |