LA air
Invades every window of my car
Rolled all the way down
One hand draped free out the window
One hand firmly griping the steering wheel
My hand glides over the air
And rolls up & down, up & down
The purple mountains loom
In the distance
The sun reaches its last dying flares over the peachy plum sky
And bids goodnight to this side of the earth
I turn the refrain of Free Bird all the way up
As high as my volume will go
Step on the gas as hard as I can
And drive into the rising California stars