The highways and the byways of this life in which we’ve grown
Bring back many memories of places we have known
The Interstates most boring, they bypass most the towns
The back roads way of living, & the country sights and sounds
We travel now from tank to tank, as fast as we can go
Many exits tempting to go the way we used to know
We really have to get there, wherever there may be
Don’t have the time to see the sights, that in our youth we used to see
Two lane roads that sometimes share the space with horse drawn carts
The smell of fresh mown hay in fields that once had our minds and hearts
Dammit let’s just do it, the next exit is the place
We’ll get back to the byways, and from this high speed race
We see the sign for “Once Was there”, the exit is a mile
We’re going back to memories and a time that made us smile
Off we go in search of youth, and how things used to be
Do such places still exist? We’ll see what we will see.