Tonight beneath a full strawberry moon
Running the interstate ragged
a hot June edge of summer night
while we listen to The Wallflowers 
I can feel that longing coming for us 
Where we need to be on the open road 
Windows down, salt on our skin 
In another town, worlds away 
From jaw clenched schedules 
where time has no bounds and 
every song on the radio
another memory made 
a frequency only we know