Air stream driver. . Another polish funeral day. And we burned all the money up. Pepper spray and swollen lips. Press your face a window ham. And I pray we never do arrive.
You can make up a list. Of the things you want could be anything. When you've crossed them all off. And there's nothing left to start again. . The occasional milestone on your path.
All the angels on the wire. Getting dizzy from the heights. Go carefully, carefully. Oh, airstream driver. . She shoots but never misses. Stare down passin traffic.