Dear lady of the GPS, we're going separate ways
Yes I know you've been there for me, but I just have to say
I feel a surge of joy as I shun your urge to turn
I need to travel my own way there, when the fire of freedom burns
Yes I know I asked for help, but I can change my mind
Tis a right of us free folk... if we feel inclined
For Hawks don't use the GPS and that is what I am
Gliding down the coastal roads, the long way is my plan
* Dear lady of the GPS, we should go our separate ways
In two hundred metres I won't turn round, no matter what you say
I feel a surge of joy as I shun your urge to turn
I need to travel my own way there, when the fire of freedom burns
Have you factored an ocean breeze? The tickle on my arm?
The poetry in squinting at the glinting waters' charm
No, you've not. You'll never see outside of your blue line
I choose adventure, I will not turn, who cares if we're on time
What a journey this is my kids! But one that goes too fast
Let's make the most of where we are, and enjoy it while it lasts
Lookee here, what we have found! Hey kids, who wants drive-thru?
The gods-of-the-land have favoured our plan of choosing our own route
