Rucksack telling
me where I'm
going, yeah where
I'll walk or
move some hiway
what I do or
die by please
father, please
mother,
where should I be?
--there's nothing but
the hiway, and a
motion up the road
(and she promised
always to be there,
the road)
When road ends and
cornfield begins,
nothing,
lack of road,
goodnight.