(Walt Whitman, 1852) Allons! The road is before us it is safe, I have tried it My own feet have tried it well be not detained Let the paper remain
on the open road This is an open road song I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore As I pour my poor heart out to a radio song
'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here I hear the change in gears My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song The
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Michael Timmins Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as that of the rain-soaked purple of the white birch in spring? Have you ever felt more fresh
I'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here I hear the change in gears My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song