Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

I told my father I wanted to play the banjo, and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday, and between that time and my birthday, I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar.

These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.

I grew up reading Shakespeare and Mark Twain.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.