oh jesus i want to get out of here.
Midwest Travel
There's something not as valid when you're riding halfway back
watching miles of graying fields as they slowly pass.
It isn't quite as real when vision is just from side to side,
and destination is out of your control.
Puddle splash confines my view
and I'm left with dirty windows,
a stranger's elbow at my side.
The love of dingy roadside pubs and a thousand 50s diners.
The love of blinding sunshine, mosquitoes nipping at my toes.
It keeps me here, and it will keep me from coming back.
Dreams of driving further west
in search of success not found at home.
The love of midwest travel
is what keeps me on the road.
There's something not as valid when you're riding halfway back
watching miles of graying fields as they slowly pass.
It isn't quite as real when vision is just from side to side,
and destination is out of your control.
Puddle splash confines my view
and I'm left with dirty windows,
a stranger's elbow at my side.
The love of dingy roadside pubs and a thousand 50s diners.
The love of blinding sunshine, mosquitoes nipping at my toes.
It keeps me here, and it will keep me from coming back.
Dreams of driving further west
in search of success not found at home.
The love of midwest travel
is what keeps me on the road.