windmills

Just drive she said
Down the street and to the right
A place to hang on for the night
And hear the echo of our lives
The bit of you that still survives
Just drive

Just drive she said
Feel the air upon your arm
Passing memories of a farm
The windmills march across the sky
Let me hear you clarify
Just drive

Nothing lasts forever 
And nothing comes for free
But I can feel it washing
Over you and over me
Just drive

Just drive she said
See the shack there in the corn
(Row upon row upon row upon row upon row)
Release the burden that you’ve borne
(All in a row, we will go)
Breath in midair, our flag unfurled
As we glide across this mutilated world
Just drive

Nothing lasts forever 
And nothing comes for free
But I can feel it washing
Over you and over me
Just drive

Just drive she said
I’ve got a stolen car
I’ll blaze the star. I’ll shake the bar
For you… still stand tall
Like the best… of us all
Just drive

Nothing lasts forever 
And nothing comes for free
But I can feel it washing
Over you and over me
Just drive

If the plane went down that beautiful night
She would’ve danced toward the light
She heard what you just said
Just drive

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