©2021 Michael Raven
lost highways trailing off into the night left of the dial singing she sells sanctuary the world drags me down... and the flurries dancing headlight swaying fairies in the sky your hand on the shift-stick and my eyes upon your smile the fire in your eyes keeps me... fields of grain standing winter blurring on the side too late, too late the fishnet you wear can't keep them alive lady lady lay the sparkle in your eyes keeps... and the wolves they howl as your hand steals away into mine faux leopard print you lean to me eyes still on the lights the road the night a kiss leaving me sighing and dying inside her you'll find sanctuary inside her you'll find...