let’s go for a drive, baby, fly maybe
tear this canvas blue sky (fly baby fly)
let’s rip through the seams of our insecurities
onto deeper things; c’mon babe, try
What else could I say? Singing at the top of my lungs on a sandy road in the evening light… It’s simple, sure, but a cool simplicity, and I mean that in a refreshing sort of way. The virtues of just driving are rehashed and reborn in words one hundred thousand ways, and I found something new tonight, something grand… Join me?