Riding in the shotgun seat, of our old Chevrolet.
On the road to adventure, in the late part of May.
Annoying my dad, with the choice of music I play.
Damn my distracting him, we're now going the wrong way.
The road is dark and dusty, we're running out of day.
Ripping along at eighty, with not alot to say.
In the midst of that silence, I use the time to pray.
Please Lord can you help me, I need a safe place to stay.
Kim Merryman's Road Trip Contest.