The Open Road

Oakland bound
The hills lie softly against a blue canvas sky

open road

open road

Beats blast on pandora
Valley oaks leaf and lean against the drought
Wheels roar the road for hours

on a new black spankin’ asphalt ribbon.

Were going as fast as a westfalia is able

Let the music play into the north head wind

Ok I want to be Sting and rock the world
don’t stand so close to me

Hills vineyards intersections and cruise control demons

The day moves forward one mile at a time.

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