I have fantasies of phone calls
Hello, my friend, hello
Think about you every night
Just couldn't let you go

But I drive alone on Christmas Eve
Not white. No falling snow.
Long, long brown hair
La Florida does flow

I drive alone. I meditate.
Get some gas at Sheets
She and I once naked
Cheap hotel the sheets

Some fantasies do not come true
Some torment for years and years
Some letters must be sent
Desires, hope, and fears

Yes, I own a cell phone
No, don't know her number
I wonder if she'll hear
When I at last go under

            Rolling thunder?