My Car

My car is my escape
Where I can play my music loud
Where I can recline back and think

My car is my escape
With a turn of the key and I am on my way
With a tank of gas and I can go anywhere

My car is my escape
Where I can roll the windows down
Where I can hang my arm out, feel the resistance, hair blowing, shades on

My car is my escape
Where my friends and I laugh
Where the late night drive thru takes place

My car is my escape
Messy or clean...it all the same
It's my place to escape

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