The Open Road Before Me
There is something inviting about the open road
She stretches and yawns
Like a temptress calling to her lover
Seductively she promises good things
To all who accept her invitation
Like those before me I wish to know her secrets
I want to follow her sun-kissed path to a sweet surprise
A surprise that lingers at the end of the rainbow
My life's own pot of gold
A kettle filled with dreams and romance
Adventure!
Adventure, O, Adventure!
I long for you to come
Rescue me from a mundane life
Free me from these chains
Placed upon me by the minons of complacency
These chains are too heavy
And I grow weary
I need to move, breath, laugh, and dance
Around the curves that loom before me
I stand before her ready to run
Yet, I cannot move.
I will never move.
I will never move.