Roads to Nowhere
The day the music died
I’ve traveled down that lonely road,
And met sad balladeers,
Destinesia then amnesia,
Bring up the arrears.
We filled the tank for a prank,
And answered a distant call,
The destination didn’t matter,
We joined in one and all.
Destinesia is where we’re headed,
Where we intend to go,
Then we forgot, and lost the plot,
Lost in the fog, we didn’t know.
We jiggered and we jangled,
And dangled at dead-ends,
I left my mind behind, said someone,
Never depend upon your friends.
On the road to nowhere,
There are crossroads up ahead,
You go north I’ll go south,
The rest went east instead.
I met a man without a van,
He said he was lost too,
He traded me his fedora hat,
For my new left shoe.
I hobbled and was nobbled,
Then saw a beaut mirage,
There was a new Mercedes-Benz,
Parked in my garage.
I hooted and then tooted,
Hola and olay I cried,
That my friends were the end,
The day the music died.
© David Rudder 22nd May 2021
Thanks for reading.
- Before you tell me “Destinesia” isn’t a word…I just made it up!
