Just me, old Glen and and the shade of an elm.
Top down, volume up
"In the Mood" blaring the sounds of the brass
Foot heavy on the accelerator cruising the route
Not a care in the world
Wind whipping my hair
Sun heating my skin as I burn through the esses
Quick break and a bridge
Then the slide picks up speed with the rise in revolutions
I have to stop somewhere
But where I couldn't care in my lonesome bliss
Here as good a place as anywhere
Yep, this will do just fine
