Just Another Godforsaken Highway in the Rain

I sought escape down random roads, but I sought in vain
For every town in every place seemed more or less the same
Just another Godforsaken highway in the rain.

These also were the words, no doubt, of Eriksson the Dane
As winter whipped his cabin, or the maelstrom came
He sought escape down random roads, but he sought in vain.

Or Cartier of St. Malo, who attacked the trackless main
He brought his wandering with him, to the land God gave to Cain
For every town and every place seemed more or less the same.

And some have sought for only love, like lovely Marion Crane
But found instead some old motel that bore the owner's name
Just another Godforsaken highway in the rain.

-- Stephen K. Roney