oh we could go out riding

and
it could be any hour
to the levee or to the fields,
coming back home
under the stars

and
morning to town is sometimes best,

and
evening in the winter is sometimes best
and
night time is sometimes best,
when we still feel awake and electrified, going home.

depends on how the world illuminates.

whenever the moon rises
distantly and it looks like
only for me, secretly

the highway road and the levee road
or the mud road, our road
is sometimes best
as long as we get the time right,
and on the line