The Roar of the Highway by Nancy Nahra The roar of the highway is the song I fight with every night. A hollow sound for the hollow road, Friendless rubber tires and fatigued metal boxes and Chills in fortissimo Amplify The beautiful sound haunting me from my balcony. Low, hazy bellows and hunger- ridden notes cushion and sing the suburbs to sleep. The roar of the highway Cools down the stars. Can you teach me how to have that power in my voice? How to make the desperation sweet when I tremble? And which way to push and lift my voice to fly 80 miles an hour and an extra light year to me And me alone? So that the wind would catch the trailless noise and Want to replay it in new keys. Roar of the highway, Can you teach me to Find the right place to scream? Take me where you’re going and kill the hesitation in me that makes me cry in pitches Quieter than I should. Teach me To let the deepest part of me pierce the air like a dagger. don’t let me hang in the cold all vague and meaningless Can you teach me? Please teach m to just Scream and when you teach me can you repeat it with me?