I think I could still be that guy,
The one with windows all the way down,
The one with the music all the way up,
Who has a long way to go nowhere,
A way with the pedal and the steering
wheel.
I wish I was that guy,
The midnight picnicker,
With people who don't mind
The cheapest beer,
and the cheaper laughs,
The like-minded.
I don't know that guy.
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