TWO CARS’ WORTH
Two Cars’ Worth
Everything’s counted in chunks
of five thousand bucks
I’d spend in a second to want to buy the find.
Six-cylinder muscle car from the lot
and I’d drive till I was stuck, far,
where I’d probably die.
A 70s Monte Carlo, a navy blue soul-searching motto
on wheels and I’d drive all day.
And I’d only hope for miles and miles
to get in between my wish to tell you
everything along the way.
It’s a fine ride, it’s a model for the calling
It’s a fine line, it’s your motto through it all
You said ‘sort it’
All is sorted now
You said ‘sort it.’
All is sorted now.
Sordid and contorted
you used your wit to woo her good
and it’s two cars’ worth now to move out to the woods.
She’ll hide away from the city scene
Far away from what has been in London town for far too long.
You said ‘sort it’
All is sorted now
You said ‘sort it.’
All is sorted now.
© SH 2012
