The Latter Teens

Out of the highways

That span to the seas

The one that I'd take

Never stops in between

A whole 3000 mile road

With one brief pause in Yellowstone

If the day comes

In which you decide

You wanna waste some

And go for a drive

Well, I'll be ready when you call

For Highway 20 in the fall

We'd be the quintessential leads

Who found love in the latter teens

I guess we'll wait and see

Specific shores wet

The terminus lies

Pacific Northwest

The end of the ride

With rolls of photos to compile

We won't see oceans for a while

From Massachusettes

The lights all went down

Across the US

The cities and towns

The main spots I consider home

The Rust Belt and the driftless zone

The way you thought your life might be

It fell apart in the latter teens

It always gets to me