The singer sings that he longs to be again on the road
It is clear that he is not the one doing the driving
That the seat in which he sits above the asphalt ribbons
Is not confining
I am
Mine is
Yet even though I know at the end of the day
My hips will ache
My buttocks will be sore
My legs will shake
I am glad to be on the road
I am glad to be going home
I am glad to be
It occurs to me that this is my five hundredth post to this webspace. Aren't you special, that you get to read it?
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