Miles go by like the clock on the dash
Getting older by the mile, my life gone in a flash
How do I turn back the miles
My tool of trade isn't waiting for me at work
It is the tires that beat the road as it defiles
The road takes a beating, as it takes away moments in time
A dance macabre, who takes the lead in this waltz sublime
Not noticing the hairs on my face losing their hue
Maybe in this life I've bitten off more then I can chew
Hours pass as...