With every mile, I feel
I am closer to salvation
And to things harder to understand
For men behind bars:
Open sky, for one,
And pleasure in being alone.
I read once that the worst of men
Are seldom noticed,
That they slip into the crowd
And hide unseen.
So it must be with good men too.
I saw a white car today.
I saw it again about a hundred miles
Down the highway.
I'll lose him soon enough.