Down the road, a long way down the road. 14 hours and I'm going no where. Deep into the night I have my own private road, empty in front of me, empty behind me, nothing coming towards me. Loneliness on the highway but at least my own private road, 3 lanes of black asphalt, all mine. The lines fly by, they guide me home.
The full moon over the trees on the way south. The full moon above me on the way north. The sun rises as the hours have passed and the moon slips behind the trees to sleep as my journey to no where ends. Such a long way to ride, such a long way to drive.