Long Road To Nowhere

I see the lights flashing, guns drawn,
This was the end, this Long Road To Nowhere.
These feelings are vague, memories real,
This is a story of a father, his sons, and a journey.
I remember sugary drinks and candy bars,
An island exotic to us all, New Zealand its name.
This red truck, camper on top, bags packed,
Westward we went, smiles all around.
I remember pawn shops and hotel rooms,
Between tales of the exotic land we sought.
Outlaws we were, chased from state to state,
Taking as we pleased, resting at will, unstoppable.
I remember guns, a knife, a smile and tears.
Sweltering heat and pavement by day,
Cool breeze of night, half awake, exhausted, we'd check in.
All innocent kids we were, unknowing of our soon fate.
The sound of his voice was unmistakable, worried,
Police car at our back, we knew we were made.
I remember a 7 Eleven, and a box of Hot Tomales.
This was the end of this Long Road To Nowhere.
As we pulled out, we were quickly surrounded,
Cops all around, lights flashing, guns drawn.
Up against the hood, handcuffed, and arrested,
There was our father, kidnapping the charge.
As a boy of four or five, I remember his look, his eyes.
We all looked back for one last glance, final goodbyes.
That's really all I remember, about my father.
This was your journey, this is my story.....
And I'll always remember it as.......
A Long Road To Nowhere.