New Song

[fogmachine]

The windows rolling down
Her breath makes soulful sound
Wind whistles to me now
It's lost, but I have found love

God, save those mountain skies
That speak to lonely guys
Who tread those rough-hewn trails
They speak, but cannot spell right

God bless those tired eyes
Far lonelier than I
That wink at passersby
Who shrug but cannot cry, love.