Borrow the car. We'll take it as far as we can go and walk the rest. If we're lucky the radio will work and we'll drive through the night and into the day listening to all our favorite songs and discover new ones on local college stations as we blow through nowhere towns.
When the sun comes up we'll end up on the water. We didn't know it now, but now we do. It's gorgeous. Like you, not quite. Nothing beats you. But it's close. It's clean, cool, and a perfect reflection of the trees around it. No one is around. Lies, no people. Birds, squirrels, maybe even the rustling of a larger woodland creature I might not care to interact with. We walk in. I can pull the car right up to the edge of the short beach and we can walk right in.
We didn't bring suits, but we have clothes. We strip most of them. It's not too deep and we swim around. It's beautiful. Later we find a college city cafe and eat like Kings and Queens. We're now writing down all our favorite new artists we hear on the tiny stations for later. It passes the time. Trees all around. Beautiful mountains and thick forests. Long, straight and also windy small-city back roads.
Every chance I get I'm kissing you. I can't keep my hands off. Neither can you. We sleep in the car, we sleep in shacks, we sleep in tents, we sleep in hotels, motels, great and shady. Both are equally as enticing. Free breakfast, no breakfast, bad breakfast. They're all good. We find what we can when we want. We are free.
You drive sometimes. I'm a martyr with it. But finally let off and I relax. I read. I blow through things as I didn't think i'd be able to. I want to stare out the window too much. I want to stare at you. i do. I mess with you while you drive. You hate it. After the trees, it opens up. We've reached a few states west now. South as well. Where it's warmer. We make sure we only stop at local places.
We drink the most amazing coffee and only the finest waffles and wine. Not at once. We scope all the 24/h places. We know no schedule. When we reach the desert we get a flat. Sunglasses are sexy. Especially on us. There's no service anymore as I liked, and we have to flag someone down like the old days. It's fitting. They send a tow and we have to wait a night. We spend it in the backseat in the garage. Despite what they say, it's still the wild west. There is no law.
It's romantic and we make love. I have to turn on the battery to roll the windows down. It gets foggy quickly. Which is fine. It's private. The owner lives a few hundred feet off in his big farm house. No farm, only the house. The car's not conducive to lying but I get the front seats up as far as they'll let me and we make it work. The roof's too low and the seats are a bit stiff. Meant for ass and no back. I take the hit. We quickly forget as we're staring into each other's souls. I lose my eyes somewhere along the way but I can still see you. You're that close.
You once told me you'd never do this but here we are. You're content with it. It's magic. After a few rounds we get the guitars out of the trunk. That's about all that's in there aside from clothes. We jam on chairs outside in the cool summer night. It's perfect out. Especially at night. A bug light grabs those suckers.
We climb back in and roll around once more before passing out. What a beautiful mess.
In the morning our tire comes. You'd think it'd be a shifty operation with this ramshackle garage, but no such luck. It's professional and clean and quick. We shake hands as he's paid and for helping us out and even gave us a place to visit if we make it. The China Rose. A wonderful Chinese Restaurant on the coast. Looking right out at the water where you're treated like Queens and Kings and served the best by the best for the best. We wrote it down in case. The same notebook with the songs.
There is a lot of desert. More than you'd expect. A lot hasn't changed. Unused roads, burned out cars, dead animals. It's all been here since roads were roads. It felt sacred. Out there, there's little radio. We made mixes and played them for the first time in days. We begin getting philosophical. We're capable thank god. It's the only way. I don't deal in weather or games. I deal with interests and ideals swiftly. Once those are out of the way it's all your left with.
We speak of love, life, and the meaning of it all. The gamut. Previous, present, future. but we settle on now and quiet a bit. As we take it all in. We begin again. Same things, different aspects. We even talk human nature about monogamy and lack thereof. We both agree it's against science. It just is that way.
But humans have a way of defying it all. Even nature. And I love you. Right now. In this moment. Even if only for this moment. And I believe in this moment I'll spend it all with you. Right down to one of our bitter ends and perhaps even beyond if we are so lucky.
It might not be, but in this moment I believe it.
And that's all that matters.