Life Really Is a Highway
Cars, freedom, and the songs played loud in our car
It all starts with a bus. A big yellow bus with uncomfortable seats and no seat belts. A bus with wheels that go round and round. Yes, they go round and round.
The Wheels On The Bus may or may not be the first song you remember ever hearing. For me, it was probably some nursery rhyme or a Sunday school song., neither of which was as fun as a large yellow vehicle making its rounds through the neighborhood.
You realize early on in life the joy of traveling anywhere on wheels. A Schwinn bike with baseball cards in the spokes takes you one place. A four-wheeler through the woods takes you to another. A golf cart on the small residential streets in resort parts of Myrtle Beach takes you from one party house to another.
Life is a highway, love is an interstate
I was 11 years old when my friend Timothy played a tape on his stereo with a guitar intro and a man nearly whispering into the mic as he sang the verse. When the chorus kicked in, rock music kicked into my soul.
Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way, I wanna drive it all night long
