The hills lie softly against a blue canvas sky
Beats blast on pandora
Valley oaks leaf and lean against the drought
Wheels roar the road for hours
on a new black spankin’ asphalt ribbon.
Were going as fast as a westfalia is able
Let the music play into the north head wind
Ok I want to be Sting and rock the world
don’t stand so close to me
Hills vineyards intersections and cruise control demons
The day moves forward one mile at a time.