I shall never reach Danville, Ohio,
Danville distant and lonely.
Black car, small moon,
in the back seat beer.
Because I've forgotten the roads
I shall never reach Danville, Ohio.
Over the plains, through Indiana,
where I was lonely also.
Black car, yellow moon.
My dead father keeps watch over me
from an upstairs window.
What a long way from California
and in what a fast car—
invisible to the soul.
Ahead I see death moving slowly on the road.
I know I will touch her clothing
before I ever reach Danville, Ohio.
Danville, distant and lonely.