Driving - Grouper

I am a

child

It is a gift that my mother gave me

Watching the pavement

Stretch out and fade

You gave me

Along the highway

They look to see

The nature of the crash

To see the body

And it is time

We’re on our way

I wonder

Whether you realize

How much I

love

you

Today, the land

Is slightly wider than the sky

And we are driving

Oh, life

Life in the tunnel

Made of the sun frame