...and off I went...
on the way to nowhere.
Fogerty asked me a bit about the rain,
Floyd told me about money,
Henley was worried about some boys
because it was summer,
Frampton kept asking someone
to show him the way.
I hoped it wasn't me, I had no idea
where I was headed.
Until I stopped to write this.
And when I got here
the Animals told me about a house
in New Orleans.
On the way, between songs
I figured out the meaning of life
but I didn't think anyone would believe it
or me,
so I didn't bother to write it down.
Now,
I can't remember what it was.
It will come back to me again,
someday,
maybe.
My eyes are on fire as the sweat
rolls down into them.
I'm watching the boats cruise by freely
from the confines of my car.
I think of how my mind is like the water:
always changing
and it never stops moving.
As goes life:
the only constant is that everything changes.
...and it hit me again, just now,
the meaning of life,
and it makes sense to me, but you
still wouldn't believe me if I told you.
I have to get going anyway.
It's a long ride back,
but not long enough.