Highway
© Elam Blackman 2002
This highway is not my home
where men move mountains of stone
it's flat here didn't used to be
one day I will cross that will be
the death of me
on a glorious day
thin whispy clouds creating illusions
in the sky
i will lose the land
forget about the cars rushing by
this song was written on the way up to the Kate Wolf Folk Festival. I was saddened by the construction going on, and in the stop and go traffic I made this song; playing charango, with one foot out the window and driving at the same time.