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When I Used to Drive to Your House


When I used to drive to your house
I would blast the radio,
roll the windows all the way down,
and sing as loud as I could.
I'd drive faster every time,
pushing the pedal to the floor
feeling like I'm racing against myself.
As I snaked around corners,
past Baxter Mountain,
and all the others
I still can't remember the names of.
I couldn't drive fast enough,
or turn the radio too loud,
or sing the words with more feeling.
I was happy those days when I could make it
from my house to yours
in twenty-three minutes flat.
But I always thought
if I could make it in twenty-two,
we might have enough time.


by FJ