When We Drive
took a detour
from the traffic
adjusted the seat
lifted the wheel
and she wasted no time
climbing over the console
to assume her throne
while I work the pedals
she works the wheel
and off we go
round and round
merry-go-round
and the bird gets outta the way
and the puddle
gets a hit
‘cause she don’t miss
and the butterfly
disappears right quick
and the rabbits know
to stay put
and the worms well
it’s tough being a worm
and she loves that song
turn it up!
singing along
laughing like hyenas
round and round
we go
nice and slow
“faster, mama,
can’t we go any faster!”
yeah, no
TL