I.
three girls in the backseat
quiver shake and rock
like they know they will, the day
they know they're never coming back
captain madness at the wheel
shakes his fist at the open road
and my hair flies in the summer wind

II.
we forget we're just three small girls
in an old car in a huge dark world
but for now, that '55 chevy is our universe
with our silent driver
we are small and wild-eyed
captain madness has joined us in the backseat
tiny bones halfway out the window
screaming joy
alive for one drive

III.
this time around the block it's different
the old car screeches (o how it used to hum)
now we're all halfway out the windows
screaming only air, because
everything else has been yelled before
it's all been hollered already
from some other backseat