miércoles

i´m the ocean


voicemail numbers
on an old computer screen
rows of lovers
parked forever in a dream
screaming sirens
echoing across the bay
to the old boats
from the city far away

i'm not present
i'm a drug that makes you dream
i'm an aerostar
i'm a cutlass supreme
in the wrong lane
trying to turn against the flow
i'm the ocean
i'm the giant undertow

neil young