Top Down

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© Grathy
Top Down
Vocals and lyrics by Mary McGrath
1/25/18-Copyright-all rights reserved


Since you’ve gone
Things just don’t seem right
The howling in the evening
As I lament my plight

I thought we were moving
Down the same avenue
No stop signs, no yields
Each intersection new

But now I see caution
Yellow in your eyes
As you pull away from me
Your fright a poor disguise

No speed bumps please
Let’s accelerate
Push it to the floor
Don’t let passion abate

I don’t want a sedan
I’ve had that for years
Let me into your sports car
And let’s confront our fears

Top down, the wind blows
As I smell a fragrance clear
The essence of your body
As I slowly draw you near

Let’s tempt a ticket
We’re faster than the law
As we go farther
Than the horizons that we saw