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