Ridin' in an old rusty Pontiac
Highways taking me where I'd wanna go
Overhead lights passin' beams of shadows
Following my tracks with steps gone
Memories of old songs playing endlessly
From a cassette deck of analog simplicity
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Those times were so simple
Falling deeper without distraction
Riding waves to parachute me through
I wanna know the direction
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My eyes are closed on lifetime's forgotten words
There's a bottle sittin' on the dresser
Telling me everything will be alright
Pouring me a glass of Kentucky bourbon
This is for you my friend
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Nowhere to go but home
Days of thinking alone where I'd dream
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Those times were so simple
Falling deeper without distraction
Riding waves to parachute me through
I wanna know the direction
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Description: An original song I wrote about riding along the highway, letting old memories go and forgetting everyone losing myself into music.
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walking pass the reflection Pool
This day walking pass the reflection pool, staring ahead of me, The Lincoln Memorial from a distance was the size of the penny, getting closer where it was grander than anyone could ever imagine. Where so many have protested, shared, and even held hands of love listening to words of Martin Luther King Jr. means so much to American history. For everything this symbolizes for all of us who visit understand what it means to fight for something you're passionate about. This is the place to feel a man's Dream a reality for all. Please never forget to stay strong, and never give up. Hurdles are what makes us tough, and resilient. You will forever be enshrined.
