Blushing, her hair laid back
Blushing, her hair laid back, Spilling over the vinyl seat Falling like so many auburn strands Of liquid, shining in the passing lane. Merge, detach, pullover, Walk twenty miles for water. None that wasn't already on her lips... Speaking softly, S, S, S, S, S, Over and over, in my headroom. Above the world, still seated, Buckle, me in. I'm nothing; I'm just the road.