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By Michael T Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.31.04.15.25108]] |
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It's bumper to bumper I want to move on Get in the passing lane Cut loose and floor it. but she's all I can see right there in front of me there's a wolfpack in the left lane I want to push them away run them all off the road so I can get past this nothing and that suburban SUV two kids two car garage four bedroom dream it haunts me with it's evil domesticity I want to move on. Get in the passing lane Cut loose and floor it. but she's all I can see sitting there in front of me I need the open road. sitting still is not enough. Going nowhere was never my style. Fast, floor it, wind blowing, radio blaring, upshift, radar detector, we don't need no stinking speed limits -- thats what I want. I want to see forever. I need oppressive heat, four empty lanes, a full tank of cheap, high octane gas blasting through a pumping engine and everything I don't care about anymore getting smaller in my rearviewmirror as I head toward everything I ever wanted with a smile on my face and shades on my eyes with me awash in frigid air conditioning set on high.. ..and I... I miss Texas. It's not personal, but it's personal. The way she seems to want to stay in my sight but keep these two metal cages between us. I want to connect, but if feels like.. It feels like meeting would be a car wreck. It's bumper to bumper I want to move on Get in the passing lane Cut loose and floor it. But she's all I can see sitting there in front of me. |