One hundred and
Twenty-nine freaken miles
And I'm still dreaming
Of you all the while
Forty lights of red
And ten of green
And everything else
Was all you in between
Nineteen signs to yield
And one wrong way
But every sign pointed
Towards you today
Thirty pairs of taillights
Twenty sounds from the horn
But the mess only
Made my mind wander more
One long black top
Unending in my sight
One long time to
Dream of you all night.
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