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’….
