Taking the back road
Coming through
The only way I’ve ever known
Not the glamor
Or the glory
Rather a quiet ride
With a depth of story
Where the rivers run slower
The woods swollen with bugs
Mid summer journey
Through fields and schrubs
The world I know
The world I grew up
Knowing my roots
And giving them love
The stories I’ve heard
People I’ve met
Down on the south side
Due east of the Calumet
