SMALL TOWNS LIKE MINE
The interstates all passed us by
Little towns like mine went dry
The neon lights don't shine no more
The little shops done closed their doors
The drive thru the towns were to slow a pace
People were in a hurry, they were on a race.
But for me, I'd rather drive the road less traveled by.
The scenes they etch in my mind, the places that catch my eye.
Somewhere along the way, we've lost our sense of direction
The drive along the way, doesn't get our attention.
We no longer enjoy the journey, just the journey's end.
To go the straight and narrow, we gave up the hills and bend.
Wish, I could turn back the hands of time.
Long ago the memories in my mind.
A time in the past, where attendants filled up our gas.
When, we took our drives, and wished the trips would last.
I still take the old highways, and dream of my younger days.
Before I forget, and the memory vanishes into a haze.
chris
