For A.

We went driving in your parents’ car

Out to the desert,

Sweet like shalimar

On the radio, the sandy scar

Of dunes on the windshield.

We went driving in your parents’ car

And didn’t stop until we’d gone so far

That dusky silence hit

Sweet like shalimar.

We were all alone with our

Camel lights watching the floating moon.

We went driving in your parents’ car

To see if we could stop the mar

Of what we’d done from turning sour, while

Sweet like shalimar

Played on over things that were

Wrong, that heartbreaking song

Reminding me of things that are

Sweet like shalimar,

And of things that are gone

Since we went driving in your parents’ car.