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The rain was fresh on the streets
The camber of the road
Hissed beneath
The soft caressing seat
Sucked me back.
The town arose above me
Through the tunnel
Like a dream.
But nobody sees
Overland in a car
But nobody sees
The Soul Driver
A young man and his bride
Are laughing in room
As I glide
Under a sheet hung balcony
I look back.
Cafes courtyards bakeries.
Slide forever
Behind me.
But nobody sees
Overland in a car that sails
But nobody sees
The Soul Driver
And as my thick hissing wheels
Hit the open road
With a squeal
The soft caress of the seat
Sucked me back.