Neap and Grace

Neap gets a taste and falls
Most of him wants it all
He loves to hide but flies outside
when he hears Graceful’s call

He picks her up at noon
and drives them to the moon
Four tires crawl above the sprawl
as sunset starts to croon

Four tires skid to things people hid
Tried to rid it of things that they did
Trying to dig at the things people said
Tried to get rid of the things in their head
Four eyes connect and climb into bed
They’re flying, he’s falling
Past the sky
Up, so high
Nobody’s ever calling
He’s always, somehow, falling

She spins the volume dial
His eyes light up, they smile
and get attuned as thoughts balloon
to good times in a while

She lets the windows ride
Sees castles meet high tide
and down the tiles about ten miles,
they watch as stars collide

Tires fly to ideas that they hide
Tried to give it go with the key left inside
Trying to live with that thing they once said
Tried to get rid of some things in their head
Tired eyes, collected, coasting to bed
They’re falling, he’s flying
to the sky
Up, so high
Yawn, roll back, reclining
He’s always somehow flying