On a long and lonesome highway,
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
moanin’ out it’s one old song
You can think about the woman,
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin’,
the way they always do
When you’re ridin’ 16 hours,
and there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
you just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again,
there I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin’ star again,
there I go, turn the page
Either you don`t know that you can click on each pic for the full size, or you are complaining that the full size doesn`t fit your monitor. In which case, I can`t help you, I save the ones I like, no matter the size.
Kinda like men.
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
I wanna drive it all night long.
Awesome. I’d love to drive through places like those with some nice music playing.
On a long and lonesome highway,
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
moanin’ out it’s one old song
You can think about the woman,
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin’,
the way they always do
When you’re ridin’ 16 hours,
and there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
you just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on the road again,
there I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin’ star again,
there I go, turn the page
Why aren’t these wallpapers, WALLPAPER sized?
Either you don`t know that you can click on each pic for the full size, or you are complaining that the full size doesn`t fit your monitor. In which case, I can`t help you, I save the ones I like, no matter the size.
Kinda like men.
I agree! The first one is large, but the others are tiny!!
#4 gives me the chills. Been there too many times.
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
#4 is typical Minnesota in the snowy season.
Just add deer, white outs, and snow-plow hazards.
lol, No U