American Playground SuperNova

Give me swings
So I can feel it all
All the stomach lifting ups and downs
All the breakneck change in perspective
And some kind of giddy absurd high

Like flying recklessly down a wet and winding highway
with the top down to the storm
Smelling the ozone
Our oil and rain
Toward some thing solid and ridiculous
Toward some fantastically nonsensical explosion

That will surely make a star