We could cruise,
go about sixty seven.
Sing soft blues,
you sound like heaven.

Wind in my hair,
you can take me there.
Blue skies above
match the metal around
my feet,
a sign of love.

Hand on my thigh,
no reason to cry.
Seashore lullaby,
a feeling not worth a fight.
Going up and up,
the stars linger in
my favorite cup.

Blue silk ribbon on ice,
burning it up.
Don't stop now,
I already blew on dice.