I drive on the highway now.
On the way to my aunts' house.
In time
the tears dry up, the fears of highway driving fade.
I don't look in the rearview mirror as I leave the town behind.
On the way to my aunts house,
the steering wheel gives itself to me.
I don't look in the rearview as I leave the town behind.
Stay on the road, keep between the lines.
The steering wheel puts me in control.
My car hums its approval.
Stay on the road, keep between the lines.
I follow the road which hugs the mountain.
And my car hums its approval.
In time, the tears dried up
and the fears of highway driving faded.
I follow the road which hugs the mountain,
and I drive on the highway, safe.
About the Creator
isa
There was a young man named Bob
who desperately needed a job.
Everywhere he looked
said they were booked,
so he searched for a bank to rob.
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