in the Before Choice Disturbs
me into the canyon night
the engine hard
The corn rows
make them solid
Drive the car down the center line,
Until we're an not an accident
Waiting to happen, But unfolding now.
Our fate divided into the small moments
Of an accelerated push.
Rushing past the unlit farmhouses
and stealth corn silos,
Over iron bridges and backroads
We feel ourselves expand.
Yeah, push me into the canyon night,
And rev the engine hard,
Where we become the silent walls--
And blurring darkness makes us solid.