M3 - Beatenberg

Plungin' through the night on the M3

All things in life can tempt me

A point on the curve of the M3

I go wherever it sends me

Dividing avenue

The path of least resistance

Connecting me and you

The road is wet

My mind is in a fog

So is the mutual building

Interior dialogue

Two clarinets

Late afternoon on the M3

I glide along so gently

Treetops, unreachable memories

Concrete and climbing ivy

It’s easy to be hard

On yourself and on others

Visions of Fragonard

My ornamental problems

BMW, BWV

W. Mozart, K. 503

Blue gums billow from sea to salty sea

Wind over the waterfront, willow weep for me

Cruisin' on the oil-green M3

All things in life can tempt me

Oh torturous road that bends me

How could you reinvent me?