Her lines are lean, her body right
Her look surreal, clean & tight
Her eyes are green and glowing brightly
She murmurs low with dark delight
It looks as though she really might
Provide my ticket home tonight
Stomach tense, my eyes are wide
The smells I smell are alkaline
It's gonna be a wild ride
I'm paying through the nose for gas
I'm well aware this all must pass
The greatest things in life aren't lasting
True love waits.
You know how much I wanna do this
How I don't wanna do this
How I don't want to go through this
How right away is not right now
And it don't matter anyhow
The how and why and where we do this
I look into the liquid night
The wipers twitch, the oil light
Flickers just a little brighter
The purring of the motor's breath
The fullness of the road's caress
The sex and love and gas and death
True love waits.
I don't need all the thanatosin'
Bipolar roller coasting
Father, Son, and Holy Ghosting
The flesh, the steel, the Open Road
The drama of the things unknown
The being known; and being, knowing.
Fuel to drink or air to breathe
The hope to heal, a home to leave
Air and fuel for my believing
Pedal's down, the tires chirp
The tailpipes do the dirty work
And I'm the jerk who keeps it rolling
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