Everyone's a stranger to everyone.
We always desire the forbidden fruit.
Hidden lives we never talk about and
hope we don't upset the apple cart.
I kiss you bye each morning but kiss
a lover hiding in my heart nearby.
I creep to bed late hoping you won't
smell her on my tongue and more.
I always love you first and most.
You're my station wagon family car.
Sometimes I wish I had a 57 Chevy
with The Beach Boys on the radio.