We should have been in bed resting

But we were out on the neon razz

And strolling the streets of the meadows

Instead of being in bed dreaming

As we were driving to Death Valley next day

To discover ourselves in the high bar heat

I was wearing a white cotton shirt

And scruffy jeans that complimented my worn blue sneakers

You were wearing a green cotton dress and lazy sandals

We both looked quite cool and chic which was nothing but an illusion

As we were both screaming inside for the freedoms of the desert

I was reading Howl and you were reading On the Road

We were living The American Dream with our eyes tightly closed

But were blissfully unaware of this fact

As we were by now blue barefoot bright