I'm just going to take a trip
to get some gas
because you see my tank is empty
from when I filled it last
maybe after I'll  parooz these streets of autumn and gold
but you see there is this other thought for which I hold
crisp leather sparks the dash
wheel in hand this could just be my last
because you see beyond those autumn trees is a street untold
where the beautiful landscape sharply unfolds
blundering rocks of shaken streams
a quick slip of the wheel
and I'll be off to a world of dreams
where no one can touch my soul
it'll just be the ground's now
to forever hold