On The Level

Young, they were driving
He was driving, she was riding
Singing made up words to songs they knew
Songs they’d sing before they grew

Young, they were driving
He was driving, she was riding
Singing “c’mon, c’mon” before songs they knew
Songs they’d sing before they grew

Grew different ways toward the same thing
Gathered near the softened glow morning brings
A bench under junipers in February
They see two smiles collide
and taste the look in their eye

Grown, they were thriving
She was driving, he was writing
Writing made up thoughts to make them revel
They’re always on the level

Grown, they were thriving
She was driving, he was writing
Writing distant souls invites to revel
They’re always on the level