A Ramblers Fairytale
There's a dusty haze on that desert road
where the rubber burns by tires turn,
cool is the wind through open windows
while the music is tuned to subtle code.
These miles are humbled by very few,
even less understood,
is the rising and setting of vivid hue.
Roaming fast through American 'scapes,
pure is the path lead by asphalt ways,
how does the lyric go?
from purple mountains to amber waves,
therein, lies her verdant forests
and gilded plains,
for no more grand could her canyons be,
they're just weathered scars,
and further down her spangled dream,
we sleep easy under sleepless stars.
Her cities will catch the sun
and light our curious gaze,
we push the gas to feed our furious run
to work our way through curious maze,
the maps will show us all directions
but we need only one,
where our past will fade
and lose it in rearview reflections.