Lonely Highway

Do you remember what it was like
back when you were by yourself
and you'd skip town some Sunday afternoon
In the spring you'd lave your windows down
and fly past your troubles
heading toward the new moon?
You'd sit there with the radio
and stare up at the stars
Just you and your steel cacoon
and all the thoughts of life and love
could pour out on the page before you
and it seems so long ago
and those days seem so carefree --lost
somewhere in these days' monotony
But sometimes you still get the chance
to kick off your shoes and go for a drive
Sunday night on the lonely highway
You find in the darkness you still can dance
and you see for yourself all the answers
to all the questions you used to ask
and you can't believe you survived those lonely days
It's good to be alive.