the gravel driveway in front is full
and by eleven, everybody's here
there's never too much in the way of light
a gray blanket of an atmosphere
i like the table in the back that has
the map of california under gla**
she lets me hold her fingers, trace the miles
i make her feel like heaven might
meet me where the 99
meets the 5 down by wheeler ridge
rest stop fifteen miles and
i catch my breath
she's not the first one to point it out
local legend says "the earth will move!"
and in the end it's not what she thought
or what she said or what she did, but
why the earth decided to twist and break
you know the feeling for heaven's sake
doesn't everybody?
meet me where the 99
meets the 5 down by wheeler ridge
rest stop fifteen miles and
i catch my breath