vegas

holed up in vegas for only one week, and i caught you tongue and cheek by the side of the road, of an automobile expo, turned up the volume and you started to weep, and i thought you a lamb, even in the sigh of the headlight sea, your tears were salty ocean, you opened up the engine and listened to it sing, and i called you a lamb, you knew your daddy til you were thirteen, and then he took his leave for the likes of the land, and the far off salty ocean, we shook our bodies and we started to scream, and i asked you again, tell me when we grow up do we ever go home?, you said home becomes the highway, we ordered movies on a motel screen until you needed me warm inside of your mouth, and my skin was salty ocean, and then you recommended i'm a woman to keep, and i called you a man