He says I told him something I should have kept to myself
I say secrets are so fucking contagious
Listening to Joe Strummer feel the distance to the Nile
And the cruise control set at seventy five
Business corridors
Heading west and leaving the city behind
At seventy miles an hour
Moosic and the Promised Land State Park
Put it out of gear and let it roll
Let the wind take the lead for a verse or two
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Finding lines in the passing air
Fragments of retreads stranded on the shoulder
Circling vultures
Crows dive bombing hawks
Out here we’re all the colors of our cars
And we’re singing along to the radio
Joe Hardy - 84 Lumber
Watershed, township, county, V for turkey vulture
90’s music charts, buckle up for the next million miles