you'll never be my 95
a day's drive
with the windows down
passing windmills
and nearly passing out.
i see my new skyline
off in the distance
and i take a deep breath
and cross my fingers.
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the east coast seems so far away
sure, we have a lake.
this highways spans the midwestern map.
you'll never be my 95.
i miss my old sunsets
the sweet dc sky
my phonebills are higher
since i waved goodbye.
the windy city swept me away
but, darlin', don't you worry
my heart never strayed.
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go hear leigh (+gavin): my old sunsets.
psst. gavin's website: here.