Fire it up. Fire it up. When we finally turn it over, make a bee-line towards the border. Have a drink, you've had enough. Fire it up. Fire it up. If you need some conversation bring a magazine to read around our broke-down transportation.

Fire it up. Is there enough?

Fire it up, Fire it up. When we find the perfect water we'll hang out on the shore just long enough to leave our clothes there. Fine enough. Fine enough. Oh, we ate all of the oranges off the navels of our lovers, grabbed a book and read the cover.

It honestly was beautifully done, like trying to hide the daylight from the sun. Even if we had been sure enough, it's true we really didn't know. Even if we knew which way to head, still we probably wouldn't go.

Fire it up. Fire it up. We push off. We're rolling boulders crashing down the mirrored stairways. Two of life's best mine canaries. Fire it up. Fire it up. When we fix the carburetor then we'll push off once again in an hour or so later.

It honestly was beautifully bold, like trying to save an ice cube from the cold. Even if we had been sure enough, it's true we really didn't know. Even if we knew which way to head, still we probably wouldn't go.

Well, we always had it all.