This ribbon of highway that lay before me
Of all the places I have never been
In my old pick up, it would be luck
If she’ll keep going till I reach the end
My woman beside me, the highway guides me
The sun it rises and sets again
I’ve seen some sunsets and I’ve seen some day breaks
But where I’m going, have not seen yet
I see mountains, I see fields
I see homes where people live
I see blue skies as I drive and wonder why
I just counted a hundred thousand daffodils
I see rainbows in the distance
That mark the places I want to be
I see a future and this highway guides me
As I follow this road of free
This ribbon of highway that lay before me
In my old pick up, it would be luck
Of all the places I have never been
If she’ll keep going till I reach the end.
Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem