Oct 01, 2005 22:41
here i am again my friend
driving down familiar roads
with the familiar fog
in the familiar places
and the familiar smells of fall
familiar smells of a familiar fall
and a familiar moon
that smiles looking down on all
familiar turns past familiar trees
my hand turns the wheel with such ease
the familiar taste
of familiar friends
dangle with a familiar sway
like the tune of the familiar song
I wouldent have any other way