Traffic glides along a highway
Silent in it's noise.
The sun beats a heavy mirage
I'm heading for a new destination
A plane flies over my country house
Far away, someone's going far away.
I can hear the cars out on a distant highway
I only smell cows in a pasture
And see a country road,
But far away is out there somewhere.
I heard it late last night.
Vesper
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