i am driving we’re flying down the road 105 on the highway in the country we don’t know where to just driving we got up and left one day decided we wanted something different something other than going to work standing and waiting on other people all day for 6 bucks an hour we wanted lives we wanted to live we wanted to lie on the beach in the blazing sun with surfers coasting on the brilliant blue waves sparkling water from the sun the little puffy clouds white sand stuck to our skin my freckles dark on my face my greek grandmother showing her genes in my tan your pale body slightly pink with freckles flushed cheeks red hair streaked with lighter bits from the sun holding your hand driving it took me a while but i can finally drive with my left hand leaving my right free to be with you windows down punk chords crashing sometimes we listen to jazz and you snap along wind blowing your soft red curls back my brown hair a piece in my face you reach over and tuck it behind my ear i look at you and smile i love you i say and you say i love you
