The drive From my place to yours
Affords me the perfect amount of time
to wonder
Winding through countryside
Windows down
Across farmland
No radio
In those fifteen minutes I have all the time in the world
And could drive forever
I light a cigarette
Which you still don't know I do
And I am lost in thought and breeze
Ten miles of silence
I could stretch it forever with you
Driving back to my apartment
My hand on your knee
The horses roll by
And I never want to arrive
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
The drive From my place to yours
Affords me the perfect amount of time
to wonder
Winding through countryside
Windows down
Across farmland
No radio
In those fifteen minutes I have all the time in the world
And could drive forever
I light a cigarette
Which you still don't know I do
And I am lost in thought and breeze
Ten miles of silence
I could stretch it forever with you
Driving back to my apartment
My hand on your knee
The horses roll by
And I never want to arrive
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