“We can’t know what’s going to happen. We can just try to figure it out as we go along." - Roger Sullivan
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Black-ribbon road is stretching out
The tank's at two-o-clock; it's getting late
Sundown glow ahead of us
A burning torch that guides and lights our way
The desert wind, your summer dress:
I pretend I'm not staring at your legs
And as the headlights rise like fireflies
It's hard to hide the smile upon my face
Worn maps show us the way back
But not where we're at
I don't think it matters now.
Right here: bare feet on the dash
That way that she laughs
All we need's right here on this side of the glass
We could drive for miles and miles
but we both know that we're already there
This journey is the destination
so where we end up I don't really care