Friday, July 3, 2009

Transamerica


I found love
As a passenger in a pickup truck
I found peace
As the asphalt flowed underneath my feet

And I know
There’s nothing better than the open road
I’m not lost
As long as I have somewhere to go, oh...

Leaving the coast of California
Breathing the air of Alabama
I thought about you once or twice

But your words left me
After each state line.


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