I have worn many hats. I liked some of them. None of them define me. I am the confluence of life so far. I love that idea. I am becoming. There is more to learn. More ideas to discover. More core values to punctuate with greater clarity. More new ideas to embrace that once seemed foreign. I love the imagery of the road. The path before me is beautiful. But oh, what waits just out of sight, just beyond the horizon or around the next corner? What wonder and joy and love and understanding is just outside of view? I don’t know but I can’t wait!
…with a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night’s busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven’s waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh, come take my hand
We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road