Ride the Road Electric

    I hold you down; it pleases you.
      With a word, I would lift you up.
    Thunderheads loom about you.
      Let us ride the road electric.
    Fear not the whistling winds.
      I will hold you close, as you need,
        or watch you fly, if you will.
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