Tracks
Yes, I've been there and back.
That means making a lot of tracks.
Did get to hit some high spots.
And low ones,
lots and lots.
It was a bad trip.
I would have surrendered,
Would have gone over,
but thought of you kept me
this side of the border.
It was a lonely trip.
Gained some friends,
lost a few.
Almost forgot -
made some enemies too.
It was a hell of a trip.
A lot of memories,
a lot of miles.
Lots of tears,
and lots of smiles.
But I wouldn't do it again.
Today I'm scared
To turn back and see.
Somebody back there
Might be following me.
Oh, yes, it could even be worse.
That somebody
Might be gaining on me.