The Drive
I drive in every morning When this or that job failed, a new degree, or a new job at the end of Route 66 I drive in to work Lake Michigan runs along side and never changes, but looks different each day I drive in to work So many people have come and gone, when I left for my wedding, and my friends showered me for John's birth And I drive in to work And now John graduates high school and will soon be driving in with me