Grass and trees roll past my sight,
as 18 wheels just roll on by.
Over the hill I see the lights,
they pierce the darkness in the night.
Dampness in the air I feel,
as drops of rain hit the windshield.
Listening to the “Eagles” play,
waiting for the break of day.
City after city lights,
oh they’re such a pretty sight.
Oh there is no other way,
to see our country on display.
The rolling mountains, the roaring seas,
put my mind and soul to ease.
Thank you God for allowing me,
to gander upon our Awesome Country.
Copyright ©2004 Deb F