Highway 29

Highway 29

He packed his bag this morning
And left before the sun
He wanted to escape it all
He just wanted to run

He set out for a new life
Somewhere down the line
To find the past he’d never had
Out on Highway 29

The dew was on the new grass
And fog was in the air
The sun was hidden by the haze
He didn’t see it there

When he arrived at Brewton
The sun began to shine
He smelled the sweet, free air he found
Out on Highway 29

Do you know
When it’s time to go?
Do you hear
When the road is calling?
Does your life
Ever come in slow?
Or are you falling,
Always falling?

When he hit Andalusia
He stopped in for a drink
He had no destination
He just had time to think

The life that he had fumbled
He had left far behind
And now he faced a new day
Out on Highway 29

Do you know
When it’s time to go?
Do you hear
When the road is calling?
Does your life
Ever come in slow?
Or are you falling,
Always falling?

And somewhere about Hartwell
He found himself a plan
He knew he couldn’t change the past
Or where it all began

You set your destination
And hope your stars align
If not? There’s still a place for you
Out on Highway 29

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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