The rain was fresh on the streets The camber of the road Hissed beneath The soft caressing seat Sucked me back. The town arose above me Through the tunnel Like a dream.
But nobody sees Overland in a car But nobody sees The Soul Driver
A young man and his bride Are laughing in room As I glide Under a sheet hung balcony I look back. Cafes courtyards bakeries. Slide forever Behind me.
But nobody sees Overland in a car that sails But nobody sees The Soul Driver
And as my thick hissing wheels Hit the open road With a squeal The soft caress of the seat Sucked me back.