On the Road, Raindrops Tapping

He's on the road in his semi again driving from two in the afternoon 'till ten Raindrops rapping and tapping on his windshield firmly belted in his seat and sealed Off, he and his musings inside as the wiper blades hum and they glide A tuneless melody on his windshield -- to their hypnotic trance he does yield ******** Wake up sleepy head from your slumber from the dense fog of 'drive-by-the-numbers' Succumb not to sterile hypnosis or to dreamless, futile neurosis Rise up and answer life's clarion call ~ Time's too precious to miss out on it all