Travelling

Some have a person that fills their heart with joy,
others have nothing to fill that lifeless void.
I've got a heart that weighs a million pounds...
it would take a perfect person...and to stop this circle going round.

It's an endless two-lane highway,
travelling South all night, all day,
sometimes I catch a town and refuel my car of hate,
so I don't run out, and am stranded with my fate.

I travel freely now, the world's all shits and giggles,
meanwhile life is planning another round
of monkey-in-the-middle.

If sadness were tears, then I would be drowned,
but the sunshine comes out, and illuminates a reason for my frown.
I had to be sad, to get rid of sadness.

So that one day, I can cruise into a city for good...