04.07.13 iowa

A photo from the road, somewhere in the middle of Iowa. Have you heard this song before? If not, I recommend it.

This is how it starts…

I’ve never had a way with women, but the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could,
And I’ve never found a way to say I love you, but if the chance came by, oh I, I would.

But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother,
We don’t like to make our passions other people’s concern,
And we walk in the world of safe people, and at night we walk into our houses and burn.

– from Iowa by Dar Williams, (on iTunes)

97/365: I-80, somewhere in Iowa