We drive for a while
Hopes of San Diego in our eyes, our sight
As we smoke out windows
The car begins to mimic cruelly
God twists us in his tight fingers
With Sovereignty of God water in our clutches
We swim to beat the current of the passing freeway
No cars snarling behind us, We are free
Lift the hood to find eyes of flame
Put out, Put out
And we smoke again
The bridge of the freeway shakes us like the smoke
From the car and the sticks between our fingers
We could have been an explosion
The cars wizz by and we
Sit waiting as the city drons on
Picking at stolen freeway flowers
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