Adrift
They hear the highway’s lonesome call
That old white line song of pain
Their dream's been dashed beyond recall
Adrift in the shadows of darkness; again
Flotsam of the open road, running free
Mountains today, tomorrow the plain
Across the rivers, adrift as foam in an eddy
Wheels humming the sad songs; again
A hundred faces, traces of an unknown crowd
Sad refrains, night trains, the lost remain
All night long, they weep alone, aloud
Their teardrops a flood; falling like rain; again
Through the night they roam; knights once proud
Lost knights of the nation; flotsam adrift; in pain
Outrider 5/31/10
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