sun drenched “driver’s arm”
barefoot to the peddle
full tank of petroleum
gearstick my fifth limb
my soul doesn’t want me to forget
that roaming is my home
I’m aligned when my feet aren’t rooted
permanently to the ground
sun drenched “driver’s arm”
barefoot to the peddle
full tank of petroleum
gearstick my fifth limb
my soul doesn’t want me to forget
that roaming is my home
I’m aligned when my feet aren’t rooted
permanently to the ground
