The Highway

The key of a car lies hidden in gears. It takes you where it must as long as you care. But here it stops, while you hear the wheels minding down the interstate. shake it till it goes down. if it don't come keep pushing and pusing it up to a lawn fresh mown. the flare rises to the cushion Never say that you knew me while in the pit, it made me cry A master chef, his name was Lee along the river he would lie.