new raised borders kept us from driving on
No rock or blues on the radio, not even soul
the pursuit of a youthful journey was gone
The waiting until we were old enough to go
was bearable because of our adventures dream
We would concur the world by driving the roads
as far as our wheels would take us as a team
But as we grew up the world changed a lot
horizons closed-up by religion and greed
The only road we could drive on without fear
was a roundabout so we couldn’t get up to speed
Daring junctions were taken by just a few of us
the team turned out to be a gathering of the scared
As lonely souls, we kept moving in circle’s
afraid of the unknown, completely unprepared
School turned out to be a total waste of time
a senseless drivers license so we wouldn’t cross the lines
Educated to shift, brake, stop and drive backward
to be an adult, responsibly and follow the signs
The highway of dreams disappeared overnight
new raised borders kept us from driving on
No rock or blues on the radio, not even soul
the pursuit of a youthful journey was gone
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