03-28-2017, 11:42 PM
Ever had a weird idea and just ran with it? That's what's happening here. We've never taken a trip like this together, but apparently I want to.
The wind blows through her auburn hair
"Last rest stop, next 300 miles"
The radio echos from the mesas without a care
And the pink boulders sit on the roadside in piles
Her hind hooves resting atop the dashboard
Split by decades of use
For miles our journey'd creaked on in the ancient Ford
And so both of us now were looking for an excuse
Arid dust hangs above the faded Shell sign
Which set next to a boarded-up diner
In fact a whole row of buildings left behind
Hotel, general store, and an empty pool with a shredded liner
"CAT SCALES" read the dilapidated board
And the site of a Mack left for dead here in the Arizona sticks
Seemed to frighten our old Ford
As it's constant racket quieted and we pulled into the Phillips 66
"It's another Tequila Sunrise..."
The sound of the speakers reverberated from the discolored tiles
As we ate a dinner of French fries
And recaptured the morning's adventures with wide smiles
Inn and Suites, Saligman, 346 miles
The horizon opens up for us, for our dreams
As the miles roll on the odometer, our time together whiles
And we find ourselves where it always seems
We'd wanted to be
The wind blows through her auburn hair
"Last rest stop, next 300 miles"
The radio echos from the mesas without a care
And the pink boulders sit on the roadside in piles
Her hind hooves resting atop the dashboard
Split by decades of use
For miles our journey'd creaked on in the ancient Ford
And so both of us now were looking for an excuse
Arid dust hangs above the faded Shell sign
Which set next to a boarded-up diner
In fact a whole row of buildings left behind
Hotel, general store, and an empty pool with a shredded liner
"CAT SCALES" read the dilapidated board
And the site of a Mack left for dead here in the Arizona sticks
Seemed to frighten our old Ford
As it's constant racket quieted and we pulled into the Phillips 66
"It's another Tequila Sunrise..."
The sound of the speakers reverberated from the discolored tiles
As we ate a dinner of French fries
And recaptured the morning's adventures with wide smiles
Inn and Suites, Saligman, 346 miles
The horizon opens up for us, for our dreams
As the miles roll on the odometer, our time together whiles
And we find ourselves where it always seems
We'd wanted to be