And then we laugh around the fire. And retire to lust and wanton desire. Then up in the morning and out in the blast. We lived every day like it was our last. The lure of the highway, the insatiable whore.
Today there are two soulmates.
Last night there were four. We'd hit the town limits and then we'd take flight. To the scream of the tires and the blast of the pipes. Beauty in motion, We'd flash around a curve. Our lives were dependent on each others nerve.