Lives going by on the freeway,
I see in the windows of cars
Lines of arrival, departure and
Lingering faces and hands holding
Hard, firm, light on the
Wheel of the sun rides
High on the bowl of the
Sky in a capsule of
Steel on the way to a
Day full of rays,
Vectors of longing and
They all want what we've got,
They all want what we've got...love.

Loose clothes,
Holding emotions like
Flour sacks, life jackets,
What if I'd missed you
Completing the circuits,
So sure it would happen and
I, the magician, will
Make us a couple of
Silkies, briar trees.
They all want what we've got,
They all want what we've got...love.

Give up all that we work for is
Flowers, confetti for floats down the
Boulevard, sprinkling
Sacraments on the reflections,
Our honor is glorious,
Free of the
Darkness that swallows the
Lightning and
They all want what we've got,
They all want what we've got...love.