Life Is Still A Highway

There’s a world outside every darkened Door
Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me (on my hospital bed) to the distant shore
We won’t hesitate break down the hospital gate
There’s not much left today
Life is a highway
I want to ride (on my hospital bed) all night long
If you’re going my way
I want to drive (my hospital bed) all night long

(Via BuzzFeed. Poem by Thomas Cochrane. Kind of.)