The miles melt beneath the tires
As the odometer climbs higher
Towards my next oil change.
The sun shines in a cloudless sky
As the green fields go sailing by,
Their cows oblivious to my passing.
The needle on the gauge sinks lower
As the gasoline powers the motor,
And I make my way home.
Oct 8, 2009
Oct 8, 2009 at 8:38 AM UTC
The miles melt beneath the tires
As the odometer climbs higher
Towards my next oil change.
The sun shines in a cloudless sky
As the green fields go sailing by,
Their cows oblivious to my passing.
The needle on the gauge sinks lower
As the gasoline powers the motor,
And I make my way home.