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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