The Storm On Her Birthday

Hunting thunder on a hunch and a lightning sighting
Stevie’s alone tonight
She’s paid a cab to zig-zag LA
While she sings Landslide to herself
Apologies and promises ride a fine white line
It’s a quiet night, the city’s mine
We’re driving on till dawn
And discovery on my mind’s design
Perpetual never and forever
Versus repressive tolerance
This trap we’re in is spectacular
It’s only escape’s constant devotion to details of it’s design
Perpetual never and forever
And this cab’s backseat’s just one more throne of mine