Enjoy This Ride

Enjoy This Ride

Enjoy this ride, the night is young,
The moon's guitar strings aren't strung.
Leaves rustle in the soft moonlight,
Enjoy this ride, young is the night.

A nearby baby's cry is heard,
As delicate as a baby bird.
The spider's web catches a fly,
A baby's cry is heard nearby.

The streets extend, they twist and turn,
As some fire wood is burned.
Smoke running makes the chimney hiss,
The streets extend, they turn and twist.

On the highway, horns are honked,
In the back seat, kids are zonked.
Out of anger, words are sworn,
On the highway, honked are horns.

Corn rows decor, left and right,
Finally in the countryside.
Pulling over, swift and deft,
Corn rows decor, right and left.

Open the doors, we come outside,
The stars are shining, full and bright.
The moon's guitar strings are now strung,
Open the doors, outside we come.