on the White line

a crescent moon, a surfaced car
in your eyes, i see confusion
the usual complaint, a pedy complaint
in your eyes, the confusion

a crescent moon, a surfaced car
we're staying in the proper lane
little fear, a single hope
we laugh through this beltway

i drive with you
hug the road, hug the road
i drive with you
our trail coalesces with the dark

heading toward a your place
a little hope, a resigning smile

whiteline, greenlight, familiar beltway

i drive with you
hug the road, hug the road
i drive with you
our trail coalesces with the dark

it was so good to see you
but I really must go
blessings and applause is waiting for...

i guess this is good-bye, goodnight

soon will come july