highways take a fall when we come around there will never be evidence of resurrection when we run stop signs, there is no caution to any type of wind the next several interchanges reek of broken promises and later regrets wherever we turn, happiness has relocated to anywhere green grass actually grows now we are jaywalkers claiming everything is okay lying to ourselves, we urbanize a country road we go on and on and on and on until we head off in separate directions i stop for lodging, but you stop for coffee....