To me, the best part of summer
is driving either alone or with a friend or two
with the windows down
and your favorite punk record
about hating life or rules or love
or rules about how to live or love
and you're singing at the top of your lungs
and the wind is rustling through the car
and you don't really know where you're going
but you got a full tank of gas
and some money in your wallet
and the winter has lifted it's veil
to reveal the summer sun
all the cares are gone
the sadness has melted with the stubborn snow
and life
is good