on the road...
there's a moment
when you cross a border
and you know it's southern california
shadows grow hard and stark
just the way I like them.
missions grow
cool, dark and mysterious
and we grow punch drunk and laughing
from so many hours on the road
and then the beautiful sea appears
and we are happy beyond belief
to run laughing
toward that beauty
and we are happy beyond belief
to run laughing
toward that beauty
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