Night Ride with Sylvia
You're the lights that whip my mirror
the ratting spray of passing cars.
You're the cold that beats my visor
the metal need to go too far.You're the brakes, the skid, the darkness,
the siren calling dad-dy! dad-dy!You're the extra
twist of throttle;
three lanes full of hazard lights.
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