The cold night air is a blistering kiss Touching images and memories that I'd rather not miss- And yet my eyes trace roadsides as they buckle on by, The moon's a silent siren in the aubergine sky.
I left my mind behind me in the whispering wind As the tires drag down miles past the motels and sin. The city bright and glowing lights slash colors down my face And I find my mind's now in rewind to settle on in.
Oh the cruel air it does not care to spare me from the dream Of lilac breeze, the swaying trees, the water's subtle gleam. And the way your eyes sought cloudy skies - with your back against the earth, You traced the lines above the pines and reveled in their worth
My weary feet, they hasten me; a foot down to the floor And spinning tires, the cable wires are a steady blur once more Yet, that hidden place, that sacred space, follows deftly behind With the cruel wind- the city wind- that carries better times.