Got to write a song with Nana! (My mother; one of those great life experiences. The lyrics are hers and I get to play slide guitar behind them.)

Lyrics

We're moving on, we've left the meadows of our childhood,
Our world is bigger we have new fields to explore;
We're crossing over, big intersections to face;

We have a future full of promises and fair play,
a richer life with much more freedom than before;
The roadway looks clear,
we're moving fast but it's late;

Chorus
The chill's in the air and our voices beware,
you could get lost and be frightened,
where are the maps to show what lies ahead; road kills or friends?
Gotta get to the other side...

We're colorblind and well intentioned, open-minded;
Our skins are stronger, we no longer run and hide.
We're crossing over,
We meet others face to face;
We want to grow and know others as our brothers,
to talk and rap and help to bridge the great divide;
The roadway looks clear,
we're moving fast but it's late;

Chorus
Street gangs and drive-bys and drugs cross our path, we're in the middle, it's risky;
Where are the maps to show what lies ahead,
road kills or friends;
Gotta get to the other side...

We're moving on, we've left the meadows of our childhood,
Our world is bigger, we have new fields to explore;
We're crossing over, big intersections to face;
We have a future full of promises and fair play,
a richer life with much more freedom than before;
The roadway looks clear,
we're moving fast but it's late;

Chorus
A chill's in the air, and our voices beware,
you could get lost and be frightened;
Where are the maps to show what lies ahead, road kills or friends,
Gotta get to the other side...