Cruising along the highway road
The wind in my hair, the dirt on the road
Through the clouds the sunray breaks
Beyond the horizon twilight awakes
The Artist wields his mighty brush
Swift and bold yet warm and lush
Paint the sky with shades of violets and blues
With magical tints of crimson hues
As darkness falls, the shadows fade
I wish that dusk will a little longer wait
The wind in my hair, the dirt on the road
Through the clouds the sunray breaks
Beyond the horizon twilight awakes
The Artist wields his mighty brush
Swift and bold yet warm and lush
Paint the sky with shades of violets and blues
With magical tints of crimson hues
As darkness falls, the shadows fade
I wish that dusk will a little longer wait
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