Imbroco Sixty Six Thousand Miles An Hour
Swing set silhouette.
Stinging my sunburnt backhands.
Breaking cigarettes.
Mending fractured seesaw slip-ups.
Why do we confine our steps to the dotted lines.
We show our play.
We stole the game.
We take baby steps.
They come so close together.
I step on your toes.
C'est la vie said you to me.
Sing me into your lullaby.
And i'll kiss you goodnight.
Long texas drive can change a mind.
I've been thinking.
It's a good thing.
And i'll kiss you goodbye.
