If my life were a movie, there would be no stopping me
The opening credits would be of highway, dry and dusty
Empty malt shop cup rolling in an arc while a burger wrapper
bounces by like a tumble weed, and I am on the road

If I smoked I would light one up, hit the play button and crank some
Clash, if I still drank, I would grab a bottle and take a swig
But this is not a movie, and I am not a star, headlining
I am only his shooting star, en route through deepest sky

If I gave those with noses a choice, an answer to my life's destination
I would tell them the Moon or New Jersey, and laugh
If anyone believed one to be true, I would not have to lie
Their answer would be the Moon, and I take the wheel, laughing

In this motion picture, of things first drawn on storyboards
The story goes, not like any fiction told, of old suitcases filled
Relics wrapped in lingerie, time pieces telling wrong time zones
I have my hands on the wheel, laughing,
While my dog laps at the wind, ears blowing

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Loved the way this made me "feel" as I remembered my own road trip taken not so long ago Your gifts are magical...