M3

Plunging through the night on the M3 All things in life can tempt me A point on the curve of the M3 I go wherever it sends me Dividing avenue The path of least resistance Connecting me and you The road is wet My mind is in a fog So is the mutual building Interior dialogue (Interior dialogue) Two clarinets Late afternoon on the M3 I glide along so gently Treetops, unreachable memories Concrete and climbing ivy It's easy to be hard On yourself and on others Visions of Fragonard My ornamental problems BMW, BWV W. Mozart, K. 503 Blue gums billow from sea to salty sea Wind over the waterfront, willow weep for me Cruisin' on the oil-green M3 All things in life can tempt me Oh torturous road that bends me How could you reinvent me?