Paths are meant to cross at destiny
The antiques sing those songs along the streets.
more than ever, now I've come to see
nothing is more true than what they speak.
Words too thick with love are buried deep
like honey underground the milky shroud
They'll beat: one two, one two, until I fall
Or 'til that 'lectric courage gives me call.
Red metallic on a muscle car
shimmering like summer swelter char.
Roads to thin to go our separate ways
I'll sing you homeward if you lose the war.
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