I went travelling down a long paved road

listening to the radio playing

I heard a song about a white winged dove singing.

There were shore lined miles of open sky

A picture postcard lullaby

the mocking bird just could not sing

so I was trying.

I watched the golden hills roll by me

A speed limit sign read forty-five

But I felt

like I was flying.

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