let me slide my way on out here
be on my way my way
call the shots; 9-ball side pocket
there’s only so many words
only so many notes
so many chords
so much time
so what
what’s a man to do
but hit the highway __________
go where the hurricane of fate takes him
buckle up and hold on to the bar
through the loopy loops
the sweeping corners
the esses, the bus stop, and the carousel
go where he wants to go
it don’t come easy
if it comes at all
a year full of friday the thirteenths
blood moons
