Seltenwagen

Smooth grinding of the miles, a stained-glass look at broken land
Friction in the cylinders, a throttle blast of sun-burned sand
Heat through you, my love, Erma shaking in my hands
Drunken dogs in uniforms, hang under their cigarettes

Bolt breaks, sidecar, over the cliff
Free flight, earthbound...
The ground's so near, it's so clear