Loving Was Patricia Taxxon

Fade into black, and let these headlights roll before me in the dark
Am I hurt? Am I all right? All right, all ready on your mark
In the end, I left me running round in circles, with my car
And with this hope, one would save me, maybe then

I’d be as a lover is, a lover was, a lover does
Clementine, galvanize, petrichor

Loving is, loving was
An autobahn, passing on, to the sun

Be as a lover is, a lover was, a lover does
Filament, telegram, cuneiform (pronounced cue-nay-uh-form)

Loving is, loving was
An autobahn, rolling on, rolling on
Forever

Call to the road, it answers not with malice nor with any joy
Is it hurt? Is she all right? All right… All blacktop with no face
In the end, I drove for acres on this autobahn I made
And with this hope, one would save me, maybe then

I’d be as a lover is, a lover was, a lover does
Clementine, galvanize, petrichor