You were there, sitting beside me
And I was driving -
I didn't have a license in the dream, either
And the van was out of control, flying over potholes
That made us bounce in the air, up and down
With no seat belts on.
When we went over the edge of the cliff
You were there, sitting beside me
As the glare of the bright, yellow sun
Became streaked with splashes of red.
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