Tulsa Imperative

Your momma's failed wheat field
Was 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 lifted the keys from the kitchen table
I was looking right at you
And your hand brushed against mine
And and it shook me inside as
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 remember the warm air
Burning our faces
I remember the heat
Running through me