A Finnish Midsummer Midnight

I'm driving through the languid twilight Of a Finnish mid-summer midnight There's absolutely no one in sight And I intend to keep it that way As I careen along the undulating country roads Flecks of willow herb flicker in the headlights And the lacy yellow bedstraw and meadowsweet glow Transforming into a latticework of pure moonlight I'm driving through the languid twilight Of a Finnish mid-summer midnight There's absolutely no one in sight And I intend to keep it that way The cat-scratched birch bark interleaves Through the naked amber trunks of the spindly pines Their flying buttress limbs support the inkblot canopy Their tapered tips define that jagged skyline Now I'm so far from the festival and its crowds All those people that make feel so lost and alone The only time I don't feel lonely Is when I'm truly on my own Pale buttercup farmhouses, brick red barns Some fog nestles in the fields dappled yellow with rapeseed I glimpse a pair of twin pursuers my rear view mirror To elude them in the twists of the road, I increase my speed I'm driving through the languid twilight Of a Finnish mid-summer midnight There's absolutely no one in sight And I intend to keep it that way