rubber revolutions on a rogue road
north of nowhere needlessly nipping
at the distance between a kiss and a text

cars controlled combustion continues carefully
gaining ground, growing greatly, gone
away from an offer of love bliss and ***

tunes try and tell tales of triumph & true
feelings, forever followed by farewells & finales
that chauffeur me back to an empty earth

miles may move my maiden many minutes
away, and although absence abounds i always
know my heart is where I put it first