Through drivingOften you come alongWhere folks form focus and meetWhen you blink and meet meDon’t stop comingI’ll never stop drummingMy thumbs on your dashboardThe medium sized world is making a comebackThe world at large is drowningDisappearingCrawling up and out foreverIs it your number? Or is it you don’t belongWell, when black clouds hover so lowWe will rise to kiss youDon’t stop blushingGushing in buckets of color