two lane blacktop

Faust is in my mind again, I cant help wondering why I think of him
Dante is there too, making sure I clean my room
Dorian speaks to the painting on the wall
while Kurtz is hiding to the jungle tall

there's leadbelly playing on his old guitar
same with son house and the letter jj
my sweetheart was a gambling man
I see a doctor in the mirror above me Seuss

Kierkegaard knows how to love
Nietczche thinks of his mega man
while Kerouac runs freely on the two lane blacktop
Stoker writes his villain, Universal pays the man

While gillis takes center stage
meg knows the way to play
jung was there in the audience
speaking to some French girl

Freud is at home with his books and his wine
telling stories of a turbulent time
Shelley writes what she knows so best
There's Poe sitting on a park bench

All these people
all their life
made sacrifices to prove their right
my time has come to let them flow
the time is now, please don't make me frown