I dream again, twisty ride
car sliding, my sleeping foot
frantic, rooting for the brake
my children curl in the backseat

car sliding, my sleeping foot
road like a Swedish steeple
my children curl in the backseat
I am rain falling

road like a Swedish steeple
shining asphalt, bald tires
I am rain falling
cold on a golden field, ablaze

shining asphalt, bald tires
fear shackled
cold on a golden field, ablaze
I’m hiccuping: Please-God-Please

fear shackled
I dream again, twisty ride
I’m hiccuping: Please-God-Please
frantic, rooting for the brake