Sometimes I think
I live in my car
from point a to point B
no matter how far.
The sound of the road
repetitive and dull
strangely is my time
relax in its lull.
No matter the distance
I always enjoy
whether by myself,
Or with my girls and my boy
The road is my transition
Between where I’d like to go
And where I am
So I try not to go too slow
I commute every day
and for fun will drive for hours
some of my best thoughts
Are thanks to its powers
The road has been my friend
with music and without
Identifying with Whitesnake
Like a drifter I shout
Maybe someday
I’ll enjoy it much less
but until that day comes
My car is the best