this romance with the road comes with a map
that guides my way.
but I am still always running late.
’cause even with a map you can find yourself lost from time to time
and losing time can take its toll.
as the tires are getting worn
and the miles stretch out longer
each day i grow just a bit older.
then one day you tired.
you headed out west
planted roots and left me alone
on the road.
the places i am in and those where i have been
aren’t always where i want to be.
i promise we will meet again.