OPEN ROAD
February 16, 2005

Challenges on the open road.
While silences ease the heavy load.
Introspection comes with boredom.
I'd eat three meals but can't afford 'em.

Making stories in each town
The girls are hot here, pound for pound.
Pack it up, and lock and load,
So many places out on the road.
Doin' shows here, never knowin'
Here was here until it's showin'
up on Mapquest, means it's real
...and one night of their lives I steal.
And for one night I will be blowin'
Up their school despite the snowin'.

The weather's not chilly, it's fucking cold!
And so far I think that I've told,
At least five hundred crystal clean jokes.
Cause now I'm in Utah. HOLY SMOKES!
...is the only kind of smoking allowed!
...and it's the only kind of swearing out loud!
'Cause this place is religious but still I've found,
that the Mormons are cool, and the road is profound.

It puts life in perspective, and it helps pay the bills.
And some nights are reflective, and some have their thrills.
Like two girls named Ali, or smokin' some bud,
Or stoppin' into some new comedy club.
Immersed in material, memories stowed,
It's time to head back now from the open road.