She’s the one smiling in the photo,
blue dress, blonde hair,
she may look like a few famous names,
what would I care?
And there’s this one of me,
leaning from the car window.
She’d seen my driving, got herself insured.
And down I look, at the car engine,
and hardly understand a thing.
The road rises ahead,
and leaves in the mirror.
Everything felt far away, as if I wasn’t really there.
And I wonder what’s happening
to her, in her, for her.