Moments in my life where the matter is my own,

Trying to overcome a sense of personal grief.

I reach to music to help define my frame of mind,

Giving credence to melodic notes, my nostalgia.

Oh the lyrics that do certainly bring me home,

Traveling on the highways for decades of time.

I remember my Chevy Impala bringing me home,

Songs came on the radio and reminded me of her.

I wondered if she would even hold me then,

If music might infatuate her mind like my own.

Blessed are we with that universal imagery,

Our concept and deliberation of sweet love.

Imagine if we could live life and all come true.