I take people around the world, to wherever they want to be.

Day by day, people kiss in the back of my seats. Day by day, I hear people speak; of good days and of bad, of happy days and of sad, of solemn days and of glad.

Day by day I stare at the road, as people talk of times of old, as people speak and laugh and cheer, and all the sounds come to my ear.

Day by day I wish I hope, that one day I’ll find more to life than sitting, staring, and feeling strife.

And day by day, I still drive.