Give Me The Highway
I've hitch-hiked the miles of a hobo
Who's love is the open road
I know of the pain and the hunger
That time can't erase
I've seen the tar bubbles
That blister like feet driven too many miles
The lines of the road
You can see clearly etched on my face
In all of my travels
I've met a few women whose love I returned
Falling in love was as easy
As learning to breathe
The warmth of their arms
Beat the hell out of highways
On cold, lonely nights
But not enough
To let them put chains around me
Give me the highway - Don't let my feet settle down
I tried it a long time ago
But it didn't work out
I'm just a daydreamer, hoping that dreams never end
They never will just as long as I'm traveling about
Life on the blacktop
The world as your backdrop
The curtain comes up with the sun
Each day brings memories of good times we've had
Night brings the promise of good times to come
But sometimes late at night on the road
Can't help feeling all alone
Second thoughts come
As I dream of a life that might be
But then I see bright lights
A new town where I've never been before
Lord there is joy in a man
Who is footloose and free
Give me the highway - Don't let my feet settle down
I tried it a long time ago
But it didn't work out
I'm just a daydreamer, hoping that dreams never end
They never will just as long as I'm traveling about
How appropriate that I ended up in marketing - on the road to the tune of over 50,000 miles every year. Now it often seems difficult to remember what life was like without a laptop, a cell phone, blueberry, blacktooth, vice versa - whatever.
The big boys in Michigan are promising us cars that drive themselves within ten years - just think of all the work you can get done!
I'll be retiring, thank you very much.
3 comments:
And all between Lowville and Amsterdam.
Marketing = selling to Rubes what they neither need nor want.
Nonsequitor-a comment that has nothing to do with the subject at hand.
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