I take a drive in my car

Along the shoulder of the world (road?)

And I stare at the horizon

Beside my favorite girl

And no matter how fast we drive (to get there)

It keeps slipping away

Like so many of the curves in the road

Each and every day



Ulua in the morning and night

Curly's on the hill eating cherries with his girl

Ulua in the morning and night

Curly's on the hill never cold but always chill