Detroit
Lying in ruins like Ancient Rome
The gods of Detroit looking down
Ford wondering
Why cars are now made in china  
Ty Cobb sobbing
Over the loss of his sandlot
Diego Rivera
Putting his hand down saying
Don't touch my **** mural
Eminem's eight mile vanishing
Joe Louis' palace tumbling down
Bell Isle being sold to the highest bidder
Who killed Detroit?
Let the finger pointing begin

I want to pull a Jack Kerouac
A car
A friend
And the open road

Now my mom will probably **** herself when I tell her this
But I want to go 80 across America
I want to drive with the wind sending chills down my spine

I want to go
I want to leave this **** hole of South Haven

I want to cruise coast to coast
Just  stopping to urinate, defecate and get gas  
Jamming to the Beatles, The Stones, and Cat Stevens the whole way

***** the AC we won't need that
No point with the top down
Collecting bugs in my mouth
And a smile on my face
Writing rigorously like a mad man with no money but the singles in my pocket

I want to break the sound barrier with a Volvo 240
Just me her
The wind  
pavement
Sleeping at the ******* motels money can buy
Stomaching on spam and whatever's on sale