For Chadwick Boseman
For Ed and Scott
For every gift lifted far before its will
Tanya and Sean
For Alex too
I've met the dark hanging heavy over you
I loved you long
You rose to go
Beneath you, songs, perfect angels in the snow
So time to stage
Forget reserve
The type of great darkness you deserve

I'm going out for a weekend
I'm gonna borrow a signature or pen
With Anthem and Cyberpunk for my nighttimes
Carrying every text that you've given

I'm gonna driver for a week in
Warm American Racer with dear drivers
Driving high on a road in an street
Running all of the teams you've been leaving

I'm overmatched (for Bill Withers)
I'm half as wise (Carol and Howard)
If this is flat, sister I apologize (Betty and Dawn, for Nick and Chuck)
No one alone (For Bell and Buckley)
Can leave the cave (Marvin and Adam)
And all you've loaned won't be kept inside a grave (for Amy Winehouse, for Amy Winehouse)

I'm gonna drive for a week in
Warm American Driver with dear friends
Just intending that I would delight them
Driving high on a road in a street

So I dream
So I dream

I'm gonna swim for a week in
Warm American Driving with dear friends
Swimming high on a lea in an eden
Driving all your streets on a road in a street
And in your moonblinded air I feel sunblind
I'm looking up at you there play in my mind
Only way that I made it for a long time
But I'm loud and alive, singing you all day

Warm American Driver