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this was written with a person in mind who may have wanderlust, trapped in there hometown
                                            OVERPASS

Sitting on an overpass in the middle of the night
On some lonely country road that crosses the interstate
Watching the traffic as it heads out of sight
Too dark to see the origin of there license plates
Mostly semi trucks heading down the road
To hit the docks in the morning to drop there loads
Every now and then a car or two will drive pass by
At three a.m. I hope there not D.U.I.

Don't know where there going or where there coming from
Just which way they were headed when there journey had begun
Maybe they got no real place to go
So they just keep on driving to where they don't know

Not much happening here in my town
Feel like I could die before I get any older
Looking at that highway thinking bout walking down
Throw up my thumb and stand on the shoulder
Try and hitch a ride with some tractor trailer
I can ride shotgun and be a highway sailor
Drop me off at the end of his run
As he turns his rig around back up goes my thumb

Don't know where there going or where there coming from
Just which way they were headed when there journey had begun
Maybe they got no real place to go
So they just keep cruising to where they don't know

Gonna keep on hitching rides till I seen the continental forty eight
Then I'll hitch my way across Canada
Making my way towards that forty ninth state
Only two more days away lays Alaska
If I can't find cars or trucks I'll hitch a ride instead
With some team of huskies pulling a bobsled
Riding across that tundra breathing in that freash air
Sitting on that overpass who'd thought I'd ever make it there

Don't know where going or where there coming from
Just which way they were headed when there journey had begun
Maybe they got no real place to go
So they just keep on driving to where they don't know
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