Alive. This music rocks
me. I drive the interstate,
watch faces come and go on either
side. I am free to be sung to;
I am free to sing. This woman
can cross any line.

I drove to the doctor's office as if I was starring in a movie Phillip was watching — windows down, hair blowing, just one hand on the wheel. When I stopped at red lights, I kept my eyes mysteriously forward. Who is she? people might have been wondering. Who is that middle-aged woman in the blue Honda?

The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life

An old woman with a mutch sat in an arm-chair behind the counter. She looked up at me over her spectacles and smiled, and I took to her on the instant. She had the kind of old wise face that God loves.

Nothing shouts midlife crisis louder than driving a convertible.

Yeah I'm in love with the girl in the four-wheel drive
Chrome steel bumpers and red step side
She has a large time in her large machine
Man I wonder how she gets up in that thing
It casts a big shadow sittin' in the sun
She's got it revved up rockin' ready to run
And someday soon I'm gonna climb right up
And take a little ride in her big ol' truck.

I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll.

It's in the past, I am a woman of the future.

looking old witch in the road. Her under-lip hung quite down on her breast, and she stopped and said, “Good

There’s an undeniable pleasure in stepping into an open-top sports car driven by a beautiful woman. It feels like you’re climbing into a metaphor.

The old woman was a witch shadow — hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded ’round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

She is a very talented player. I see a very good future for her.

I dressed up for the CD.

There was Rock 'N' Roll across the dial.
When I think of her, it makes me smile.