saw a purple streak ‘cross the sky…

was east…towards Ohio…o’er farmland…

and there were these red blinking lights on windmills…shining on-n-off as morning’s light began to show…

just drove…goin’ where…maybe Cleveland…Pittsburgh…could wind-up on the coast…drivin’ up-n-down on I95…Maine ta’ Miami…who knows…

she does…

she does…

had a friend…gave-up years ago…

we all did…

him…me…her…

keep drivin’…keep drivin’….