When the grass is brown and hot and dryand when the vapor hazes in the airand when the leaves crunch under feetbecause the sun refuses to lay off the ..
Riding down the highwayOut to the beat the sunAbout fifty-seven milesDown Highway Forty-OneGotta get back to my babyOn the other side of the stateCaus..
The bad thingabout being a hopeless romanticis that I paid too much attentionto words and intentionsand not enough attentionto actions and consequence..