we're almost out of gas,
the windshield is cracked,
we're burning oil
and we're driving with one headlight.
but it's okay.
we'll get there,
we always get there,
despite all odds,
the deluge of rain
swept by the bent wipers.
the bridge out,
who cares.
we always arrive, late perhaps,
but we get there
when you're by my side.
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