Wrap me in the sounds of yesterday
when things were so much easier
because we didn’t know the consequences
but did everything anyway
Drift back to nights on the road
heading nowhere fast under the stars
Endless possibility ahead just like the highway
Dive bars and hotel parking lots
cheap beer and cigarettes at midnight
Crawling into bed just in time for the work alarm
getting right back up and out there
Late nights and early mornings
Everything was an adventure
We had no idea then
just how good we had it
did we?
As I sit here just on this side of middle age
what I wouldn’t give for one more night
of that youthful celebration
of what it meant to have no destination
just a direction off into who knows where
which, of course, was half the fun…