No Picnic by Pat
Gallagher

Travelling down the highway at pretty good clip
Busy busy playing the game.
We miss the place we came to see
Doesn’t matter, we’ll stop somewhere else
There’s a side road, a place to get off.
No, just keep going,
Doesn’t matter we’ll stop somewhere else.

But we missed the perfect place
And the perfect place after that
And the perfect place after that.
The road is narrowing, the pavement gone
Night is falling and the picnic is lost.
Maybe tomorrow we choose a different driver.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll find our voice.

Pat Gallagher