Highways

Highways and byways,
The Burlington Skyway,
The gateway of you to me.

Centennial Parkway,
Is never a dark way,
When coming I am to see.

Turn right at lights,
By the guy selling kites,
Seeing that friendly tree.

Passing the mall,
Please car don't stall,
For my heart she has the key.

Coming to Weir,
I'm there with some fear,
Appointments have made her flee.

Then turn to the right,
In the darkness of night,
She's greeting me holding her tea.