The Croce Proverb Series III

Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name, I've got a name.

Like a singing bird and a croaking toad
I've got a name, I've got a name.

And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living with the dream that he kept hid.

Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't mash me into small unidentifiable pieces of insignificance as rubbernecking scoffers mock and ridicule my vivid dismemberment.