Driving the Dynamite Truck - Seam

You’re purring in my arms

Your little heart’s going pitter-pat

Let’s go out

I’ve got money

It’s all the same

It always seems the same

You’re falling out of the sky during airplane season

And instead of reflecting on the source of my good luck

I’m sinking in the feeling that I’m driving the dynamite truck

It’s the longest day of the year

And you trickle

Into my lap

And instead of reflecting on the source of my good luck

I’m sinking in the feeling that I’m driving the dynamite truck