Flying down the highway,
open space all around.
Fast-moving Flaneurs, and
our feet never touch the ground.
Music fills my ears and my heart,
as I belt out songs with my best friend.
Our voices ring out from the start;
music swelling in the small space.
Eight hours never feels long
when we are driving together.
The road is a line and life is a song.
I want it to last forever.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Flying down the highway,
open space all around.
Fast-moving Flaneurs, and
our feet never touch the ground.
Music fills my ears and my heart,
as I belt out songs with my best friend.
Our voices ring out from the start;
music swelling in the small space.
Eight hours never feels long
when we are driving together.
The road is a line and life is a song.
I want it to last forever.
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