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Cement Trucks
I roar down your street
Hiding my destination
Mixing your path liquid
Roaring by the other ones
As I wink my eye their way
They run in a pile of disapproval
I cry around the corner
I'm a cement truck, driving alone
The others on their path
Everything is them, the other trucks
Infesting a web of freeway
Drunken of gasoline, laughing away
Arms locked like clowns at circus hour
I yearn for a chance with them
A friend like me, so mild, so keen
I meet her in you, roaring my way
Mixing my path liquid
I felt you in my dreams, sitting next to me
Bleating to my ear, weeping yourself away
All I feel is you around me
We ride together thru a web of crowds
A web of freeway stren before us
All is there, but you and me
