July 22, 1992
Evening in a pickup truck,
clouds glide by.
Evening in a pickup truck,
lightening, thunder, rain.
Rain?!?
It doesnít rain is a pickup truck.
Evening in a pickup truck,
hills slide by.
Evening in a pickup truck,
three little birds,
flap, flap, glide,
flap, glide, glide.
Three little birds,
slide, glide, fall away.
Evening in a pickup truck,
bridges soar over.
Evening in a pickup truck,
the desert falls away.
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