Never got his kicks
On Route 66
By the time he found the will the way was gone
Met his highs with different load
Than freedom trail on Mother Road
Find your kicks, son, where you must belong
Never climbed the highest towers
Never ate on different shores
Routes to nowhere lead to nowhere fast
Charts and plans have had their day
The borders closed till come when may
Get your kicks, kids, some of them won’t last
Never took her hoped-for trips
Slip between the cup and lips
By the time she found the way the walls were done
Met her match in alleyways
Same old route on different days
Find your kicks, doll, where you don’t belong
Never sailed the oceans wide
Never saw beyond inside
Sixty-six and seven seas bone dry
Dust and ashes far and near
Scattered lives shed lost chance tears
Get your kicks, kids, most of them will die
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