That memory-tinged classic rock’s gone ‘n started up,
‘n this accelerator ain’t takin’ kindly to the idle.
Never mind the pack,
you won’t need a jacket,
I can already see summer on that horizon.
I been where we’re goin’, love,
‘n there ain’t west but more west,
but there’s a few killer sunsets ‘long the way.
‘n it’s true,
for me love’s been fleetin’,
so it’s best we catch it before it goes.
