The Devil and a Dusty Road

I stepped onto a dusty road The night was almost through If my life were a genre It would probably be a few I made people laugh All of us have criedAnd as I walked that road He pulled over to the side He said “my name is Nick Please do get in I don’t know where you’re going But I know where you’ve been” “You must be the devil A demon or a ghost” “On the contrary,” he responded. “Just a gentleman and a host” So we made some miles And had some smiles Then the dawn was close So we rode into the silence He smiles and hummed a tune “You probably want my soul” I said. He laughed and said, “It’s used” Then I woke up in my bed Quite startled and confused Of course it was morning Yet I still wore my dusty shoes…