The Tunnel Of Love II

We rode it once more, the “Tunnel of Love”, with the rickety rusting rail

Our own good sense should have stopped us there

But we rode the damned thing without a care

Who cares if the old machines fail?

The ride wasn’t brutal, or as short as in youth

The worn upholstery made us welcome and warm

And we didn’t feel robbed or at all come to harm

And I’d ride it again if you must know the truth!

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