The Road To My Home

Listen my good friend Now you know it The road to my home You claimed it takes a day Listen: Only 24 black spots from the city One Black Spot per hour Surely, is that far? We’ve come from far. You ask what you need Listen: Good brakes and good luck Is that too much to ask? You wonder, what the fun! Listen: Watching floods, if it rains Clouds of dust, if it shines You sure shall overtake Carcasses of cats Dogs and donkeys Where else? This eloquent spectacle No traffic signs, No law Keep left, if the pot is right Keep right, when the hole is left The Road to my home Shall you visit me, this holiday? I ask, one more time.