Headspace

a 67 charger
the first coat of paint’s just starting to peel off
it grinds when you shift gears and you really have to jiggle it hard
but the shifter is an eight ball, neat, right?

the road spread out before us
highway seven hasn’t seen a cop in years
and even then
the old crown vics wouldn’t stand a chance against our rusting excalibur

up onto the red bridge
I65 totally empty
nothing but the silent staring farms and each other for company
but you wouldn’t have it any other way

from here it’s a straight shot to lansing you know
we just passed through detroit

and the fender is starting to drag
and the carburetor is dying now
and the wheels are wobbling
and we are tired
and we’re sick
but

we are free