Escapism
I want to go on a road trip
But not just any kind
I want to go on an adventure
Our world defined
I want to start on the east coast with the sunrise
And end on the west coast with the sunset
I want to stop at all those weird places on the way
And take the strange old highways
That once were the veins bringing lifeblood to our cities
But are now simply the capillaries connecting newer, bigger roads
That take you there so much faster
Let’s take our time
And forget modernity
Find ourselves in uncertainty
Turn the music up
And stop just to look at the stars
Watch the moon as it follows the cars
And chronicle every step of the way
In pictures
And notes on napkins
And memories
And little things
We’ll drive all night
Or sometimes all day
Let’s just go
And get away
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