Lookin’ for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look in her eyes.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin’ in the wind
She’s been runnin’ half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin’ with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
There was a Florida vacation years ago when I listened to that song almost nonstop, north and south on A-1-A over and over again, back and forth between taking care of kids and looking for gannets and storks and ibis.
My hair was brown and my vehicle was a Plymouth Voyager but you know. . .
Neil Young just gets it RIGHT.
And that's what I thought again when I drove home tonight listening to Harvest Moon. Now my hair is graying and there's even a new white streak in front, but I HAVE progressed to a red Corolla. And Neil Young still gets it right.
At Brokeback Mountain there was a preview for a Neil Young concert movie coming out in March, I think. If I recover from Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar by then, I guess I will just be completely undone again.