That won’t matter in a month let alone a year,
I hear the highway and a dove cooing
And I am sublimely reminded that I am here
On the earth in a life that won’t last forever
So I try to appreciate it, even the hum of trucks
On the road behind my new home where
I hate to live but I have given up on ego
To be a better father and try to remind myself
That New York ain’t going nowhere,
And just as well I am already scheduled
To travel a ton this year so my shoes can catch
the blues like blood running down my body.