I’ve rolled down this hill before
A million times coasting in neutral
In reverse sometimes for the challenge
Over the shoulder with slight swerves
Watch out cross-eyed for traffic
All alcohol and the vomit with the boys
Wash down those windows and doors
With the gas station hose at the bottom of the hill
They know us by now and wave blurry eyed
Sometimes share their detergent in sympathy
But the smell stays forever for church driving
Hold it all down hard if need be for mom
Lucky her allergy issues with all those dripping tissues
Sinuses plugged up like a Hoover Dam holding
And once I slump hungover on the hard polished pew
I always pray sideways and aching to play it all again
Lanning Lee 