We're driving on these one lane highways through the rugged mountains and down in the deep ravines. Even though I brought the directions, it's hard to see most of the time while we drive in the evening. I turn the lights on bright, rev the engine, check the odometer and realize it's not been so long as I thought.
Why do we travel at night?
When every turn comes unexpected,
Through a landscape I cannot detect.
Every day is like a road trip. Miles from the beginning, but miles and miles to go. Sometimes I feel like I'm winning, and then I look out ahead and can't see so far as I'd hoped. I look in the rearview, pause to listen to a line in my favorite song, and think that I wouldn't have it any other way.
Through a landscape I cannot detect.
