Lost Highway

We are rolling through those endless fields like electric tumbleweed
riding the winds of expired dreams blowing by in time.
Longing for that desperate free range lifeline,
that beating heart of the American Dream within,
growing fainter by the quartermile, giving in to static white noise
like a lovesick mind letting go of a distant memory,
a soul watching a vision fade to black after midnight.
I look over at you, the trees blurring by just outside,
and I know what it means to be on the run,
loosened from fears of tomorrow and pain from the past.
And I know how it feels to be in love,
singularly undivided and set free as a flowing river.
Worries melt like a snowcap in the hills of stone,
streaming down to the warm valley below.

Now the sounds that kept us transcending are gone,
the light has passed underground
giving way to other sorts of irrationalities.
Hearts burning like these tires grinding the pavement below,
humming in harmony with the whipping wind.
I see the dashboard light on your face
out of the corner of my eye,
and the breathing glow of the cherry, crackling sigh.
A nod hello and a wave goodbye all in the wink of an eye.
When you put your hand on my leg,
I imagine a summer afternoon,
children in our laps watching the birds from the back porch.
Hummingbird take away the dream in my babies' eyes
and bring it back to them when I die.
Until then their smiles will keep us coming back for more,
together forever in the warmth of the amarillo sun.