can't chase you far away
enough
in my white pick-up
you and me and I miss -----
OUR TRUCK! big green truck
and bench seats
where we made love
four or five times
in the parking lot
of the University
the height was always too much
but for you
I'd do
and did
everything.
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One of these days
we will travel the states
we will travel the coasts
river to river
and mountain to beach
We will take on the heat
We will skid through the rain
we'll be bonfires
and mudflats
big speakers in the back
of my father's
little blue pick up
we will sleep with the stars
we will sleep with our secrets
we will push the transmission
one foot to the floor
the other to the beat
big speakers in the back
us bouncing the seats
we'll drink whiskey in the country
and wine on the shore
we'll smoke weed with the hippies
do lines with the hipsters
and disappear with the rising sun
we'll steal hearts
of every shape, size, and fragrance
collecting them into a neat stack
in the small locked compartment
just above your knees
One of these days
we will set up the 101
down Highway 1
or just point to a sign
give smile to smile
and drive into the night
One of these days
we will vagabond
we will make dreams
One of these days
One of these days
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