they wanted the highway…they’re happier there today

life together is a little harder

the second time around, seems like.

like how a used car feels

compared to a new one.

this ride is bumpier. this car is dirtier.

things are all pre-loved and fingerprinted everywhere

with somebody else’s baggage in the back

but we’re happy getting lost together

and the engine is



the devotion is well-placed and constant

potholes and cracks in the road, steep cliffs and hail storms

don’t concern us in the slightest.

the radio’s playin’ our song, his hand’s on my knee

and we’ll get where we’re goin’

‘difficult’ doesn’t mean ‘impossible’.

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