sometimes there’s nothing like
putting the top down
letting the wind mess through your hair
the radio playing your song
and you’re
just cruising’
you pass by your old neighborhood
by an old yellow bus going the opposite way
the scattered clouds working your imagination
the sunny weather like old first times
and you’re
just cruisin’
ahhh like first times, it all makes sense and it all feels good,
and you couldn’t get it more right as you drive away now:
a lost love, a lost job
whirling by and gone in a colorful panorama
but you know it
you know it now:
this, a first moment, a perfect moment
as you turn the radio up and hit the pedal
as you break through
as you smile
because you’re just cruisin’
you’re just cruisin’