Listening to some old Lou Reed
With the wind in my hair
And the taste of a cigarette
Fouling my lungs
I looked so good in yr convertible
My sunglasses wrapped around my eyes
If they knew better, they would say
They saw Lou resurrected on Yonge St.
I cranked the music louder-and listened to the end
I took off my faux leather jacket
As the sun got hotter
You entered the car with diet Cokes
And passed me one
I opened it with my fag dangling from my mouth
Then, chucked it out and took a swig
You started the car and threw me a smile
And we flew off into the horizon
Not knowing what the destination would be