Twisted Wreck

TWISTED WRECK....presidio

Had a vision one starless evening
We were ticking like a metronome
We drove the miles with a passion for speed
We ran the distance but we hadn't left home

We were moving but not going nowhere
I kept pounding my foot to the floor
Heading steady down the middle of the road
It was the ditches I was aiming for

Like the pressure of a diamond needle
Or the tension of a mighty twist
From the fingered frets to the whisper jets
To the passion that no longer exists

Had a woman, I lost her somewhere
Gave her slack but she came undone
I turned to look but she was nowhere in sight
Once she got started you should have seen her run

Where's my woman, I miss her so much
I sense victims in a twisted wreck
I saw her tail lights, the chrome and the glare
Breathed a sigh then bit her twice on the neck


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