I drove down Highway 101,
Winding into the setting sun
Shining like gold, brilliant and free.
Riding south down 101,
Open window to a life undone,
When past and future fade from view.
Take me back down 101,
Silver whale heading for home,
Where life runs in rivers, time stands still.
Running down Highway 101,
Rock of ages, the ageless son,
Changing like the coastline, waves crash ashore.
Turning back on Highway 101,
Returning as the chosen one,
At 47, parallel now, not yet halfway there.
Riding along Highway 101,
Arriving at the edge of dawn,
Awake with eagles and songbirds in the fog.
Leave me on Highway 101,
My soul adrift in the Redwood sun
On the Kings road where Giants still endure