the slightest idea

At night when the show is through and most people are asleep,
we travel the highways. Usually I sleep too, but some nights I sit
shotgun, rarely having the slightest idea where I am. You'd think
by now I'd know the lay of this great land, but I prefer the not
knowing. It's like I'm constantly stealing away, leaving the past
in some unknown city, leaning forward, hope stretching out on the
dark horizon. Yes, you can get lost out here, and sometimes I do.
In all honesty, this life I've chosen has stranded me more times
than I care to admit. But it's that push and pull; the moment
where all is forgotten and a stage is pure music. That's why
we do this. That's why my home is people, not places.