| Echoes Echoes of the cars and trucks Songs the radio played Echoes of a cushioned seat Where a child's head was laid Echoes of the hubs that shined Tires now gone flat Echoes of the steering wheel Where the driver proudly sat Echoes of the school bus The teams that lost and won Echoes of the trucker And all the miles that he'd done Echoes of the people Of all their hopes and dreams Echoes of the wrecks And now the muted screams Echoes of this salvage yard Echoes of this place Echoes of the days gone by Echoes of the human race. Michael Young Overland Park, Kan. |
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