with the star spangled banner waving behind you
our dreams of the open road
the last trace of dreaming twinkling
for a split second
before disappearing with the wind
if this isn’t where I left you
maybe I would’ve rode with you
the road dog roar of a Harley
knocking around in my head
even as we tried to sleep
but in eachother’s arms
we would find a way to let the sleep reach us.
but when we wake up
the sky isn’t blue because you are here.