the ride

i guess / i must be dumb
i saw you / peeping
as i had a pocket full

you, you, you / you’re much
what you are / you
so smooth

you must be / where your horses run free

i say / the ride
known / by the way

you parked / what have I got to lose?
and to slow down / was saturday night

you must be / where your horses run free

i guess / i should’ve closed my eyes
i had enough class / believe it or not
i’m always me

I was going / round
and love / that’s gonna last

you must be / where your horses run free
those kilometres / must too fast

i was always looking left / started to worry
i wondered / on the need
on the verge of take

i saw all the pictures / of honey
you drove me to the place / you need a love
have you got enough?

you must be / where your horses run free
baby / you’re much too fast

baby / have you got enough
‘cause if you don’t / you’re last

the jockeys / that were there before
right down to the ground / to find a love

i guess / I should’ve felt
a little ill / but it was saturday
your little red love machine

you must be / where your horses run free

you’re the kinda person / makes it right
love / that’s gonna last

/ / /

This is a found poem. Sources:

David Bowie. “Always Crashing in the Same Car.” Low, 1977. http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/davidbowie/alwayscrashinginthesamecar.html

Prince. “Little Red Corvette.” 1999, 1982. http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/prince/littleredcorvette.html