The raging wind roars / The candle flame is dancing / Peace lies in between

Winds assert their rule / Sheltered flame speaks of old stars / The dust laughs at both.

Old, chipped, and dented / Yearning for the open road / Just me and my car.

Dings, dents, fading scars / We show our age in bright light / Only at a Red.

Driver's Ed, this year / Don't know who is more afraid / Her, me, or the car!