The road don't rise and the road don't sink, it's me that does the walking. Every day it's right there and I can ride it anywhere or sit here on this curb. It can be so hot come summertime, yet in truth it's simply giving back what went in, finding balance as the dawn approaches, ready for each new day. I see the places we did hopscotch as kids, throwing down them stones, leaping in time to our rhymes. I see the road in the right here and now, these shoes feeling how the it pushes back softly, always supporting, never asking. And in that moment I hear it calling with it's sweet song of other places, all of them connected by the breathing land that runs under that tarmac, under oceans and mountains. That's how I know I've gotta go, go with the road, take her curves and junctions, pause at the red, go at the green.