Or the highway

So, it’s Friday. Yes, it’s Friday.

We are still alive.

If it’s my way or the highway,

I would rather drive

Down a long and winding road

To that distant light

That is sending out some code

Flickering at night,

To hotels in lands of plenty

Where we all could stay

Like it still is 2020,

Like it still is May.

If it’s my way - does it matter

Who the hell you are?

For the worse and for the better,

I’m a highway star.