A road can't be as sad as a shoe is sad br when a shoe can't read. br I can't read either. br br And I have given away all my clothes br and gone away so far br that no one will even remember that I've gone br nor how far I went when I was here. br br For a road can't be as crazy as a ranch is mad br when a ranch can't sing. br br I cough. I spit. I jump up and down br and I run around like a headless rooster. br br Me too. I am not lonesome. I am gregarious. br I make friends with the curbstone even. br br But a shoe can't be as pretty as a wheel when it's turning br or a tunnel uncovered by chance. br And a shoe can't be a lobster. br br I am as free as a belt or a bell or br a dog on a leash br gone crazy with the aroma of flagpoles.