bare legs gangled on the dashboard
you hate my footprints on the glass
wildflowers strewn across the car floor
my fingers scrape across your back
through faint outlines of fields of gold
our tangled bodies soft and full
i have rearranged my love
i have rearranged my love
all the best dreams are road dreams
the only times we are alone
candleberry and white pine trees
you might forget the city's close
through faint outlines of fields of gold
our tangled bodies soft and full
i have rearranged my love
i have rearranged my love