the moon's on full
fm
full moon
the speaker in the sky
she's loud and wise
and the highway I'm on
is shimmering
the signs shudder
there’s one more strand of light
one last wisp of the wand
before night
the highway I'm on
is shimmering
the streets are bare
everyone's tuned to the glare
it's just me, street
wind and hair
the highway I'm on
is shimmering
I'm writing with my hand covering the light
so my friend can still see when she drives
turns are fast
changes too
I still have a patch over my eye
over you
the highway I'm on
is shimmering
long live the Sparkly Queen
she came from the east
and rests in the west
like me
the trees are like claws
coming by
they're Ozark stark
black on blue
I still have the aftertaste of you
the highway I'm on
is shimmering
there's something about these streets
how they fuel us
