The Open Road

Is there anything better than an empty California road in the summertime?

Like a desert on the edge of the world

Golden fields refreshed with a foggy breeze

Cow shit kind of bliss

Could be the middle of nowhere with old ranches like this

Not much left like that

Can only imagine the stories in the walls

Of other travellers on the road

Happily lonely, free and stoned

Get chased by a pack a dogs

Let the armadillo cross in front

He ain’t gotta serve nobody

Soul will be found out on the twisted road

Look up

There’s a falcon watching down

Even in the dust bowl there’s plenty of folks watching over

You ain’t really alone

but if you are, the turkey vulture wants to talk

Don’t croak

Just keep on spinnin' the wheels on down the road

Come up on a hill

Greet the locals

Keep it real

They’ll share the stoke

Puff it in breathe it out

Take comfort in the shade of the grass

Let it take you down the hill

Three hits is plenty for the thrill

Smile ear to ear

Get some breeze in the hair

Listen to the music of the time

Turn right on the river that’s when you know you’ve arrived

Ready for a late breakfast time

And when the load gets too high

Just get on your bike

Let it balance and roll

Never forget that happiness is waiting to be found

For you and yours truly

Out on the backroad