Pedal to the floor,
driving fast as hell,
sometimes the only chances
are the ones you take.
Lost highways, American horizons,
road maps used for beer spills,
the feeling of a gun
pointed at my head.
Those were
the old days,
the road days.
Now I'm middle-aged,
settled, pacific.
Not sure what's coming next
but I hope you're there
to see it.
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