a new song
played on a 1930s butterbox parlour guitar



When the summer comes
and the wildebeest run,
we get an urge like infants
to ride off into the sun.

The highway twists and turns
like shoelaces undone
and the horizon is mine and yours for the taking.

Low on fuel and high on hope
1200cc is more than enough rope
as the ocean kisses the shore
we feel the engine shaking

and the highway twists and turns.
At 24 what else is there to learn?
The future is mine and yours for the taking.

When the summer comes
and the wildebeest run,
we get an urge like infants -
young and stupid and full of come...

Come the highway
Come the highway
Come the highway
Come the highway

Let the highway run,
and you and I will come undone
The future is mine and yours for the taking.


any feedback welcome. thanks all.