Baby Driver



I strut home like my music makes me as
As B-A-B-Y, Baby. 
The alley road, a block off Steinway
Suddenly romantic enough to feel like a set. 

Music can make even the burn of a bullet
Seem cool
Blood slick and candy coated.

I will bop my head to Baby's bell bottoms
Miles to go and all that jazz
The drum beat will see me home.