Open road ahead and nothing at all behind. Seems like old times, watching the lonesome road pass, watch the landscape change. Nothing behind, nothing to write home about, nothing at all. Again in the arms of caring friends, moving headlong into unknow yet familure territory. I walk nights alone for years, waiting for a chance to see the unseen, to feel the old ways, the old days. City streets cry out to the lone wanderer. Blessings of landscapes moving by faster and faster. Old haunts, rememberd in a mix of hase and days passing endlessly and much to fast. I opened my arms to americas highways once more to see what they could show me.

Show me something beautiful, show me something real. Show me anything to remove the ache, to remove the regret. Oh you show me so many wonderful things. Like laughs in roadside cafes, and gas stations. Like songs about saddness as the streching land passes under tire and feet. Like standing scared on the talent show stage, high school all over again, and I still didnt make any friends. Poker night with the boys is still just as good. The world around us may not care but once the boys are pluged in, there is nothing but good times. It should be like this. It should have always been like this. Regret and appoligies all laid on the table. I told you what Ive done and you still called me brother.

Lonely still but left wanting. Wanting the road to take me away to let me be free again. Energy again and purpose, I understand why we do it. The love has not gone completely south on this broken soul. There is enough in this to keep the spark alive in me. There is chance and reward. There is friendship and loyalty. This is the time and place where anything can happen. More than anything now I know where my heart is, in the music, in the art, in the dirt...