I wish life was a long highway.
with my music playing loud in the subways;
I could drive all along to meet time at the border.
Wouldn't mind a open-top lambhorgini,
drive till traffic-lights blinks are just tiny-tweeny.
The air flowing over my head would sing the songs for me,
the birds shall play the harmonica for me.
the road is long, the wind is just born.
the sky is clean, all the trees still green.
all my life, all I want for ever;
is to drive on and on, forever.
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