Conducting An Imaginary Orchestra In the Passenger Seat

i've seen it several times someone motioning, flourishing waggling, swinging, curving hunching, moulding, stooping pulling shapes, a twirling a form, a delineation, shadows fingers, tree branches, winding creeks sometimes a head inclines obstructing the cityscape what are they listening to? what are they talking about? we've done it, we've become greenwood sometimes a jungle i've done it alone after dropping you off cold storage becomes publicised i've done it i've done it, yes, i've cried in the car alone