Paradise On Wheels
I can almost feel it
top down
on the old faded yellow MG
hair blowing wild and crazy
driving with my knees
like nobody’s business
down a lonely road somewhere
singing like I was born to
and wailing my harmonica soul
with no one in the world
to tell me I suck
ah man
young and free
movin’ and groovin’
paradise on wheels
—C Driver