In my jeep on the way to work, what could me more perfect with the beautiful sunrise, the wind in my hair, and a load on my mind.
I wait for something more, 'cuz I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith. I gotta have faith. Got-ta, got-ta, got-ta have faith...
Sometimes your iPod knows just what you need to hear. And the sun continues to rise out of the morning fog and brush beautiful colors into the sky. It's all going to be okay.
You can be amazing. You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug... I wanna see you be brave.
On the way home, the genius of iPod shuffle continues to bring up just the perfect tunes. And the volume is turned up and the top is down and the wind is roaring and your eyes are watering and your hair is blowing every which way.
Turned on the radio. Sounded like a disco. Must've turned the dial for a couple of miles but I couldn't find no rock n' roll. This computerized crap ain't getting me off. Everywhere I go, kids wanna rock!
Sometimes you just want to cut lose, kick it into 5th gear and turn up the volume. I used to care what people thought. I used to wonder if people were watching me when I blasted my radio and sang my heart out. I'd lower the volume when my window was down at a stoplight, usually stop singing. Now? No. Fucking. Way.
Music is a world within itself with a language we all understand, with an equal opportunity for all to sing and dance and clap their hands.
No one else is going to rob me of my therapy. The open road and loud tunes is the best treatment out there. A personalized playlist, beautiful weather, and the open road. There is nothing else like it. I have room for one more, if you ever want to join me.
Song credits in order:
Faith, George Michael
Brave, Sara Bareilles
Kids Wanna Rock, Bryan Adams
Sir Duke, Stevie Wonder
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