Ulua

I Take a Drive in My Car
Along the Shoulder of the World (Road?)
And I Stare At the Horizon
Beside My Favorite Girl
And no Matter How Fast We Drive (To Get There)
It Keeps Slipping Away
Like So Many of the Curves in the Road
Each and Every Day

Ulua in the Morning and Night
Curly's On the Hill Eating Cherries With His Girl
Ulua in the Morning and Night
Curly's On the Hill Never Cold But Always Chill