On This Side

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…

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