Mark Fitzgearld tells his life story as a string of places, moving from a lakeside California childhood to the Amish farmland of Pennsylvania, where he lives now. Each stanza gives a town and a few plain details: swimming in Clear Lake, building a snowman in Colorado, playing guitar under New Mexico stars, learning to march in the Air Force, driving a dump truck in Florida, and dodging moose as a long haul trucker in Maine.
The speaker sounds relaxed and matter-of-fact, with a bit of wry humor, like the starched shirts and the snowmobiles at the gas pumps. Early on he seems content, saying "Life was never hard." Later the tone turns more reflective. In the last stanza, buggies share the highway, and he says he has "a lot of time to think." The mood is quiet and nostalgic, with a settled acceptance of a life spent on the move.