and I’m too embarrassed to ask why
or admit my lingering ignorance of the plains
of which parts are coincidence
and which purpose
Shouldn’t I know now–
shouldn’t I–oh,
shouldn’t it be enough to just drive through it
my left hand steering and the other on your knee?
I hope you like the colors out the window
I hope they stay so beautiful
I don’t think there’s room for any more regret