The Center Line

If you want to be moving on,
I will not ask, “Where has love gone?”
You can get out where you got in.
You can stand by the road again.

It always hurts to lose a friend,
But, since I know that good times end,
I will not fuss or cut a shine.
I will not cross the center line.

Before I shift from low to high,
I will not try to make the gravels fly;
I will not wish a wreck on you;
I'll hope that all your dreams come true.

You should not have concerns for me;
Hurt will not lead to tragedy;
I'm not about to nurture pain;
I will stay in the right-hand lane.