Dave Morrison
Whose car is this, I think I know
the keys are in the ignition, yo -
the owner flirts fatigued cashier
who wishes she could close the store
My girlfriend thinks that I'm insane
to steal a car in the late night rain
we need to leave, that much is clear,
and we have no money for the train
she gives me a look as if to say
"You sure that there's no other way?"
I wave her over from the trees
I start the car, we drive away.
Somewhere a life we can enjoy
I'll get sober, and employed
It's fifty miles to Illinois
It's fifty miles to Illinois.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
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