Back when your car was always breaking down, but you could fix it.
Back when getting her bra off was your job and sneakers were cheap.
Before spray paint and street graffiti, when you could always find
a pay phone and a dime and doctors made house calls carrying that
special bag they had filled with all their trade required & MD plates.

Back when the road was a promise, when digital meant only fingers,
when maybe the country or others had enemies, but you didn’t have to.
Yeah, there were shitty top-forty hits and people could be really dumb.
There were still funerals, draftees who never returned, dead junkies,
a winnowing out, mile markers like the white crosses at accident sites.

Got the Interstate now, Internet, GPS and ICE, old time science fiction.
I wouldn’t mind having a smoke with my drink at the bar, wouldn’t mind
being able to hitchhike south out of this century to somewhere warmer
but is there any place still wild? And all that’s back there was never yours.