On the way to Vegas

Mountain high passing by

I thought about you

Wouldn’t it be great if you were here? 

Fresh dessert air blowing

Emptiness fill my mind

The fresh air couldn’t be any fresher

There’s no one driving near me

The road curl round and round

You’re probably somewhere far

Would I be anywhere in your mind?

The rain drops were from hours earlier

Smells evaporate in the air

It was a perfect blend of of dirty dust and clean rain

Like you have never smell before

I smell melancholy grass

Green wild trees pass me by

With you still left behind