Challenge: Start with ”You can drive all night”
Wherever you go, there you are
You can drive all night, through black country roads, blaring Boston, more than a feeling, or Kansas — dust in the wind, baby! all we are is — blank fields flanking you, daring suicidal deer to leap into your lonely light, pedal to the metal, bat out of hell, grim jawed, grip fisted, aimed like an arrow at the western edge of everything you already know — but when the sun rises you’ll find yourself back where you started, trapped in the same old funky container.
