Drive my car. Do not know
where it takes me. I must go.
Does not care. Nor do I.
I will get there by and by,
I will get there. Must be so.
Doesn't really matter though.

Center line. Do not stray.
Trust my car. It knows the way.
Highway's long. Highway's sweet.
Highway's miles are made of feet.
Highway's miles are colored gray.
Center line just goes away.

Drive my car. Ease my mind.
Watch the twisting miles unwind,
Going fast. Going on.
When I get there I'll be gone.
When I get there I'll be kind -
kind enough to look behind.