“I’ve been running way too fast, but I don’t have far to go. If I can keep from running out of gas, hopefully I’ll make it home. It’s nothing left out here for me to see, nowhere else to roam. It’s nothing left out here for me to be, in the never ending show.” The restless, rambling, gypsy soul of mine is envious of cross-country music tours, the twists and travels from one city to the next, sleeping with wheels rolling beneath you, diner food and late nights in the middle of nowheres, a blanket of stars above. Admittedly, though, … Continue reading If I can keep from running out of gas