I find myself sitting in an air-conditioned luxury coach with wifi observing the driver of that other bus that I was thrown under. He thinks I’m still under there.
I made a little effort to get his attention, wave, smile — “Hey! I’m over here!”. But he’s focused on his driving, and impressing his passenger, because at least on that bus they are riding together. So let him imagine I’m there as long as it serves him. His bus moves slowly with me under the wheels, and its a strain to see him in the rear view mirror.
So I lay back, close my eyes, and sing….
"And I’ve gone by the point of caring,
Some old bed I’ll soon be sharing,
And I’ve got one more silver dollar,
But I’m not gonna let ‘em catch me, no
Not gonna let ‘em catch the Midnight Rider.”
~ Midnight Rider, Allman Brothers