Crossing the country I mostly slept in speeding cars Huddled against the door Hoping the driver wasn't a murderer. Or that his destination lay beyond the dawn. Sometimes the ride ended nowhere a few hours after midnight. Out in the Nevada desert wthout a motel in sight. I stood on the highway The crunch of sand beneath my boots, And overhead stars, so far from the sea, cities, and even towns. The exit road bled off into darkness. Not a single light from horizon to horizon AndI was happy to cast a shadow in the headlights Of trucks heading to Butte, Reno, or Amarillo Until I met you A city woman Asking a drifter to settle down And all drifters dream of a soft bed Scented of flowers and perfume. To lay close under sheets listening to Joni Mitchell and Whispering, "I will not leave." She smiles and says, "All drifters drift." "Only I'm drifting to you." Happy to be off the road.
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