why can't we go thru bryceville?

i  try it 15 different ways, drag the damn routeline
directly thru the town's name on googlemaps
and everytime i let go of the cursor, i'm presented with yet another
alternate route down us hiway 301. googlemaps refuses
to let me pass a 2.3 mi length just north of  jacksonville
and it's got me thinking in conspiracies
count your buttons for the one you'll meet:
alien, government, bildeberg, god

i'm going to see fall
on a bender, gonna pass   by
places i've been before, detour
from my typical detour see what swamp
monster can kick up from a roadtrip's
underbelly. i'm thinking i need to take a step
back from your attention, hey did i mention
i'm a loner stoner, a one berth marina,
a closed sign when i'm in word's cantina.

so i like you along for the drive
i'll pay , you chauffer, i'll just write
all the way thru the night , chugging starbux and fright
and smokin the sweet sensimilla. truth
will come in the light, around atlanta, it bites
the traffic , it gets so static but maybe we 'll avoid it.
grab a go and spoil it, take the side, recoil it
slide thru the morning and enjoy it.

what will i write on? your phone.
we'll forget we ever knew home
get lost on the hiway,
somewhere on a bayou
that swallows us lock stock and bone.

i mean, we aint gettin any younger


but i'll trust you to keep us on the road
till the credit runs out. as i understand it
they can't put a lean on life insurance :)
the kids can pay off the trailer or buy a house
i'd do it myself but my next life's a mouse
stealing cheese from a store in the village of bryce.