Never a surer grasp With her it's all flow, No pistol whippin' Just steering wheel grippin' Flying high Looking at the world below, Even if the end is nigh Always say hello Loosen the clasp On time, Though my path Is straight and true I'd deviate From discourse Just for you, No reason or rhyme Or logical math, Where we gravitate There's no need for roads Just bring your own source Of happiness to the plate, At the door leave the hate Come on in the ambiance is fine Don't mind the hearts on the clothes line...