The Mother Road
I followed in their footsteps Distant destination brought close There were always trails Most animals are going to the same places The world beats paths For an eternity it was enough Was always a matter of time From a certain place you could look Our galaxy an active quasar Words find other meaning They want to stay around Like most things created Before we know if they will work The road as novelty They built it anyway You are gonna break down Always a matter of time What men make must mend maintenance all the time In places the road dies We cut mountains in half Few remains in those long ways around Nature loves to be left alone with a road Twisted and turned It is always a matter of time This place they crossed the petrified forest Now petrified as well I felt I had been there in slides In the seventies the best we had Best color and detail Your memory can be confused Such strange ways to travel With companions of many kind Baggage packed better with each stop The mother road brings...