Whine

Under the engine's whine,
She looks so beautiful when
She forgets the world's watching.
She'll never be mine.

Lost in the engine's whine,
I realize half the girls I know hate Florida,
And the other half want to live there.
That first part suits me just fine.

Feeling the engine's whine,
I contemplate, remember,
Our ride through December,
Rushing to take our time.

Rocking the engine's whine!
This ride through the night
Will die in the light.
It's a crime.

Over the engine's whine,
the Things I want to tell...hell,
I'll bitch to someone else,
Some other time.