Perfect Day

Steal a day Just one And take a ride Down a dirt road Without a map And a cold beer Between your legs Cigarette dangles from your lips Not a worry in the world. The sky is blue with wisps Of horsetail clouds The flocks or birds swirl and swirl The sun is cryptic not really there Yet you feel the warmth beneath your Loosely worn yarn sweater Your hair blows finely in the wind The yellow bandana holds it own As the day goes on you realize That you only need love to be by your side You reach across the seat and squeeze her hand She looks back at you and you know her mind A quite brook a shady tree You spread out a blanket for a picnic But lust overtakes you and you make love Lying there snuggled up tight You realize that you love her so And squeeze her just a little bit more The sun begins to slide behind the trees One last kiss before we go. A perfect day stolen in time