i'll paint my cab
the green of your eyes
i'll bend this straight steel day
to the curve of your smile
i'll roll the mile markers
back down to one;
wherever this world takes me
you will be home
every roadside fence
is overgrown with grapevines
clinging tight to winter
leaning towards sunshine
all the farmers' fields
are optimistic dreams
of grey becoming brown
becoming green
every fuelling station
is coffee, diesel, grease
every city just
clutch and release, clutch and release
once you've seen it all
it all looks just the same
all my eyes desire
is you again
sometimes a house reveals itself
not lost behind the trees
just big enough for two
maybe you? maybe me?
and sometimes this mountain road
drops soft down to valleys
like a hand drops down to thighs
like i drop down to you
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