I5 North

Let the ghostly light guide your way through Central Valley

Make each farming town a tally where Mount Shasta marks the end

If you drive all night, hold your breath at Siskiyou Summit

There's a song and you will hum it up from Ashland to Eugene

At the state line, you say soft into the phone

Hey, I miss you and this time I'm coming home

Don't all the California hills look like they're lost

Like they're part of something missing?

They were left here and forgot

I can't complete them even though I twist and thrash

Oh, my edges will not match