The scenery out there must be so beautiful to keep you away.
I often wonder where you are,
Where would you be?
Would it be Oregon,
Michigan,
Or maybe New Jersey?
Could you possibly be close?
The speedometer that keeps you awake says drive faster,
Turn signal says move over,
The brakes say stop.
Now look in your rearview mirror.
I hope you know,
that i am your work,
That i am that weight you failed to check in at the weighing station.
I am every new town you leave behind,
I am that dessert road you hate driving through.
I am the keys you locked inside on a rainy night.
I am your 19th wheel.
I am that road that took you from me,
i am the road that took me,
and made me into you.
I, also will not drive back, that is of course, untill it’s too Late.