I'm not sure I'm recovered yet. I decided to miss the session tonight - too burnt out and playing phone tag. Here's my 'Lost Highway' contribution. Maybe True Thomas needs a re-write.

There's a tale they tell of a lonesome road
In the dark New Jersey night
When October winds howl a fearsome song
And the moon's the only light
When the world we know and the world we dream
Are not so far apart
And the road you may find your self upon
Can chill the stoutest heart

Oh see that wide road up ahead
With many potholed lanes?
You really wanted a different one
But they look pretty much the same
One road leads to New York City
The other one to Hell
If it were not for the Washington Bridge
The difference we could not tell

And see the invisible road that twists and turns?
No, I didn't think you could
It leads round and round, not back and forth
The way a good road should
It rolls on and on forever
And goes nowhere in particular
And trapped upon this Moebus highway
Are all manner of things vehicular

So be careful, you who drive upon
The Turnpike of New Jersey
For the night is dark and lonely
And the exits have no mercy
And the world we know and the world we dream
Are not so very far apart
And the road you may find your self upon
Can chill the stoutest heart