When I first looked at you, with the camera on.
You were soft beneath, you were feather down.
And oh how gracefully you taught me how to toss the sheet.
Folding down, folding down, every corner.
When I first looked at you, with the window down.
Your cheeks were flush and your face was, all a fiery glow.
And oh how there was an aching down beneath the sinew and bone.
Down deep, down deep, down deep, in the riddle of your womb.
And I'd never know that I could hurt you, from behind the wheel.
With hours of my own, with hours of my own.
(whistling, lots and lots of whistling....and harmonica)
And there I was racing, down the open road.
While you set with your feet up on the dashboard,
breathing heavy, breathing low.
It brings my home, it brings me home........