I’m staring at cars going to the horizon.
Thumb out by the road I walk beside them.
Some are too kind and give me a ride.
But I’m a passenger. Their journey’s not mine.
They head to their goal with no hint of doubt.
Soon they will stop and I must get out
They leave me behind, I’ve no car of my own.
I look for headlights to bring me along.
I beg for rides just to get farther.
My journey is long and it just gets harder.
I steal each mile and climb even higher.
Keep moving. I am life’s hitchhiker.