Humans are pack animals and you can witness it on the highway
Too afraid to break from expected behavior such as driving the speed limit
Or turning on your lights in bad weather
The lone shepard in the middle of the highway
Driving his run down '67 Cadillac with every window open
So as to let every breeze he passes caress his wild hair until the sun's orange rays finally peek over the hills
And spills into the rear view
Sputtering down the highway at a pace
That only he is comfortable going
Hitting every *** hole, every bump in the road
Acknowledging every piece of trash that litters the roadside wondering
Why no one else can break from tradition
And merely enjoy the open road