Messenger Joe asked me for a ride,
I couldnt say no I just humbly complied
but I dont know where he lives, and I cannot drive.
Spoken too fast my words are awfully slow,
when this moment has passed another moment will go,
there's a flag waving on my ship but its country is still unknown.
Chance is bestowed on the face of a dime I found in the left pocket of my blue jeans.
"This message is bound to be brief,"
says a voice from my non-existent passenger seat.
If I wanna go would you give us a ride,
I know its still cold and you dont like to drive
but please hear me down on my knees:
I love you and it's time for us to leave.
I wanna know what it's like for my dreams to be real in a world that transcends our own.
At least just to loosen my load would be paradise.
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