wind gusts may exist
they'll pick up the dusts
of pinks and purple
they'll tumble tumbleweeds
tumblin' i'll tumble in
as my four wheels spin
can't stop now, man
'cause i'm roadtrippin'
this is miriam. she is a painter. she takes tango dancing lessons. she likes to drink charles shaw with sweetener. she lives in santa fe with her very fluffy cat. she was a dear friend of the grandmother that i never met.
i can take the road that'll see me through
