your momma's failed wheat field is a good place to lie down together. three weeks deep into the guts of summer, we sweat like hogs, and i felt light as a feather. i saw a disk-like object reflected in your eye. and the noise grew louder as we looked up to the sky. and the sleek silver body, headlights along the side. and the sleek silver body, headlights all underneath. i remember the warm air, blowing in our faces. i remember the heat running through me. there was no one worth telling. there was nothing we could do. and i was real quiet as i took the keys from the kitchen table. i was looking right at you! and your hand brushed against mine yeah, and it shook me inside. all along the night sky i watched our futures collide. and the car's new headlights cut through the darkness. as the oil dripped silently to the pavement underneath. i can remember the warm air burning our faces. i remember the heat running through me.