Driving against the wind, on a pretty moonlit night
Hopes of soaring, made by the mind feeling light
Is it alcohol, or has the speed-limit shot by
Or my Mustang afire, company on this bright lonely ride
Curves and bumps, cannot sag the spirits now
The blue rivers and mountains, color my life anew
The passing lights keep me, from feeling this as heaven
But does it matter where to go, when we all live and then die
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