a Fib in the Filtertip

son this moonlight drive 

heading for the sun

so far it seems the plan 

will come undone 

smoking a cigarette 

try to settle my nerves 

I’m anxious about the quest 

but must stay alert 

Hands on the wheel girl 

eyes on the road 

stepping on the gaz

with smoke in my throat

on this eternal night, girl

I’m having a soliloquy

you’re asleep by my side

just where I want you to be 

a fib in the filtertip

dregs in the glass

we’re escaping society

we’re skipping calss

we’re heading for the sun

just behind the moon 

we’re on highway 51

must be arriving soon 

you hand me the booze

I hand it back to you

you’re pulling a face 

just like it wasn’t good

you find a bottle of wine 

and we drink that too

we drink to being alive 

and then we drink to youth

Hands on the wheel girl 

eyes on the road 

stepping on the gaz

with smoke in my throat

on this eternal night, girl

I’m having a soliloquy

you’re asleep by my side

just where I want you to be 

a fib in the filtertip

dregs in the glass

we’re escaping society

we’re skipping calss

we’re heading for the sun

just behind the moon 

we’re on highway 51

must be arriving soon