rolling internal rhymes to a two-step beat
(c) 2017 Joel Beaupre words and music. All rights reserved
|
came from singing to myself on a long drive alone
|
You come East and I'll go West
And we will do our very best
To meet somewhere where the world feels new
Ditch your cares and grab a fare and I will ride on that old spare
Tire all the way if I have to
Wanderlust and Pixie Dust and a'Twinkle Little Star
If you fall on me I guarantee you won't fall very far
Let the road unfold like a story told from the back seat of a car
You be the wind in a Pinwheel babe
I'll be the heat of the tar
The world feels like a vacant lot
Where people used to come and park
And wish that their lives are on a screen
Siver nights and gold inbetween
You try to write your own scene
And I won't care if I'm crazy to dream
Wanderlust and Pixie Dust and a'Twinkle Little Star
If you fall on me I guarantee you won't fall very far
Let the road unfold like a story told from the back seat of a car
You be the wind in a Pinwheel babe
I'll be the heat of the tar
Roadsigns and borderlines
We'll committ the perfect crime
Of finding happiness despite the times
With wings to see and eyes to fly
We will laugh until we cry
Defying all reason and rhyme
Wanderlust and Pixie Dust and a'Twinkle Little Star
If you fall on me I guarantee you won't fall very far
Let the road unfold like a story told from the back seat of a car
You be the wind in a Pinwheel babe
I'll be the heat of the tar
x |
|
 |
|