Wrote this while in the car this weekend.

twenty three miles to madisonville
and nothing but road beneath me
blue sky, green grass
cocoon the car about me
nowhere to go but where
this road will take me
nowhere to go but where
this road will take me

home and far away again
time is never enough
the road is always
there to greet me
the road is always
there to meet me

and take me on my way
a silvery ribbon of destiny
rolled out before me
the past twined ‘round behind
its weaving path
where once I’ve been

hurling along
to the places I call home,
to the places I have been
to the places I have never seen
to the places I must go
all of these and more
there, and then, back again