WORDS OF THE LIVING

(ROAD TRIP)

I am different
Or at least I try to be
No one knows you
Even fewer know me

I sit beside an angel
Beautiful and bright
As we sit in the beemer, takin' a hard right

Beemer on a backroad
No one knows
Where it goes
Winding lanes and tree tops
Gasoline and raindrops
Radio and talking until it's nearly morning

Drawing circles on your jeans
Sitting so close to me
In the beemer on the backroad
So far away from home