You're across the country
just
waiting to pick up and join me
darling,
you're the only one I've ever loved.
But we've reached
the end of the road, dear,
and while I'm digging this here
coastal air,
my tires itch
to go, go, go; yes yes:
(we've not e-
ven begun yet.)
Let's see if we
can catch a glipse
of some gone little town and since
we're in the joint,
oh, hear that cat just blow;
(and it's because he knows!)
it's God crying jazz
into the streets
if we could only catch that beat
I'd
really like to stay, you know
but I'm afraid I've got to go
go, go find a place
to set free my cramped soul.
Look into my eyes
and see the
endless blurry skies I've seen, I've
tried to jump the mountains;
scale the clouds.
But every time,
I keep coming back down,
you see
we've got to leave this town
cause we know time,
yes, we know time.
---
In tribute to Jack Kerouac's On the Road
