Last Free Exit


The last free exit,
is coming up fast.
On this highway to nowhere,
just how long will I last?

This highway to nowhere,
is the road I'm on.
Just how I got here,
is a country song.

I'm strapped in the saddle,
of this mighty machine.
On this highway to nowhere,
so straight and so clean.

The straps are so tight,
I can hardly breathe.
The last free exit,
is my only reprieve.

If I continue,
on the straight and narrow,
the toll will tell,
if my cache is too shallow.

But this last free exit,
may also ring hollow.
And that is a pill,
I'm unprepared to swallow.

So if you are on this highway,
to nowhere like me.
Wave when you pass,
and we will soon see,

If this last exit,
is, truly… free.




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8/19/11