Grab the keys
Clear warm night…
Just need to drive and get my head clear.
Damn I love this five speed.
Push it to it’s limits, don’t think, act.
Who else is out at 11:00 on a Tuesday night?
Foot off the gas, clutch in, shift, let up and feel it engage easing into the gas
I don’t know what to do…
Are you there God, it’s Lawryde…
Match the revs and downshift into a corner
I’m no saint either…
Slow down, don’t need to get pulled over
There’s no place like home
Strange ending to a strange night
Although much more enjoyable than expected
Just need to drive and get my head clear.
Damn I love this five speed.
Push it to it’s limits, don’t think, act.
Who else is out at 11:00 on a Tuesday night?
Foot off the gas, clutch in, shift, let up and feel it engage easing into the gas
I don’t know what to do…
Are you there God, it’s Lawryde…
Match the revs and downshift into a corner
I’m no saint either…
Slow down, don’t need to get pulled over
There’s no place like home
Strange ending to a strange night
Although much more enjoyable than expected
Labels: Crazy, Family, Metaphors for Sex
1 Comments:
We got too much in common... ('cept for the whole body art thing)
By Steve, at 11:59 PM, March 14, 2007
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