On the Road I Feel Blue

The road is endless possibilities

The road is honest

The road means being okay

to me

The road means being on your own

The road is mean, with sharp unforeseen turns

And washouts and crashes and crooked cops and flaming fires and

unscheduled turmoil

It’s plagued by bad weather, wrong turns, flat tires, and premature goodbyes

The road is the treasure chest

The possibilities

On the road you get naked with strangers. You rub mud on your face and laugh as you dance near the Mexican border

And you rub dirt into each others bare bodies

And the times feel wild

You get high in Texas with a computer nerd

then you get paranoid and scare yourself into taking a long walk

It rains.

And you wonder who you are

And you don’t know where you are

In Arkansas, the girl your trying to seduce -

The one in your rented room who drove an hour to see you -

Who liked you the night before

And told you secrets

And gave you kisses

And is now heading awkwardly out the door

On the road your find love

Almost as often as you lose it

On the road the food tastes better

It is better

Like fried Crocodile in Baton Rouge

And cold cuts on the shore of lake Michigan in the summertime

And candy bar dinners at rest stops

And three course meals in France

On a whim

Always on a whim

But sometimes there are frozen nights in Utah. Where nothing is open and the snow is unrelenting

And you're hungry

And then

you feel that you're very far from home

People out on the road are genuine

and sometimes genuinely scary.

But that’s the best part of the road. It’s what you don’t know.

It’s the possibilities.

What may happen if you strike up a conversation in a bad bar

Or ask a stranger for help on a hot day

When you tempt fate

and ignore inhibition

And live life out on a limb.

The road is a place for gamblers

For people not afraid of losing

There are many losers on the road.

When things go right you feel like a Rockstar

And you start dressing like a Rockstar

And making love like a Rockstar

When things go wrong you feel like a castaway

stranded on the far side of the moon

The earth and everyone on it

are out of sight

And on your mind.

Everyone on the road loses sometimes.

Sometimes the loss is big

And you decide it’s time to go back home

To say hello to Mom

And to Nick and Tayler too

And you apologize to a lady you once loved

But she doesn’t care anymore

And your friends listen to your stories

But they don't hear them

the way that you want

them to hear them

You tell them of wild parties in London

Of making love to an African princess

Of winning big at a casino, twice

Of getting lost on a salt flat at night.

You tell them about

the cold nights and warm sunsets

And the good moods and the bad highs

Of how cool you really are...

A modern day Kerouac,

You proclaim

In vain

And they tell you about a mortgage

And of savings

And settling down

And being content

And they tell you they found true love

And about going to the beach next Friday

And they want kids

And that all seems confusing and wrong

and foreign to you

And you wonder how they can be content

staying in the same town all these years

Each time you return home from

The Road

You have fewer friends

And fading relationships with family

People grow tired of the guy who’s always leaving

And the guy leaving eventually grows tired of coming back

And this is the crossroads where you realize that

the road is your home

And there is no going back anymore

There is no back anymore.

You're on the road.

in the soft pink skies

and in long gray ones too

Some nights are pitch black and stone cold

The stars are bright but it doesn’t help

Your shivering

and alone

Not even the moon will be out tonight

But the morning skies are pure blue again.

A bird comes to sing

The winds are howling and the forest floor is frosty

This mountain morning is

a scene from a happy movie

The coffee is brewing

You’ll make pancakes for breakfast

And you'll be okay

That's the road

baby.

The road is where I feel blue,

sometimes

Where my cheeks turn pink in the sun

And red at the sight of cute foreign girls

Where my skin becomes tanned

And the memories weigh heavy in my eyes

And where my heart pumps pure

Red blood

And my eyes shine golden at the thought of Possibilities

The possibilities of Life on The Road