[ WP ] Turn your favourite song into a piece of prose/poetry without mentioning the song .

I checked my watch to see if the train would be stopping soon, I was completely filled with excitement as I was every Sunday. I was fortunate enough that nobody traveled by train at this time on a Sunday, I could easily avoid being noticed by anybody. Every Sunday I would make it point to visit my Uncle, who lived on an old farm far outside the limits of the city. Every Sunday he would have a special surprise for me, it was the same every time but it was worth every visit. 
 
 I could feel the train stopping and before it could completely slow I jumped to the ground and began to run to my Uncle's farm. I could hear the crunching of gravel under my sneakers and feel the excitement shivering up and down my spine. I finally reached my Uncle's farm and made a beeline straight for the barn. In his barn he kept an old machine which he kept in a condition that rivaled it's condition straight from the production line. His dream was to keep that machine in pristine condition. 
 
 I ripped the tarp off of it and eyed that brilliant, red convertible automobile again. I jumped in the driver's seat and grabbed the keys from the glove compartment; the leather felt so good against my skin. I slid the keys in the ignition, firing up the willing engine that responded with a roar. I quickly shifted into drive and sped onto the out-of-use roads, the tires spitting gravel as I committed my weekly crime. 
 
 The government passed a law, you see, that made older cars like this illegal. They decided they were not safe and it was forbidden to drive them. They were replaced by aircars which were so safe that drivers would make a game out of crashing into each other, as no damage would be done to the car or the driver. There was no thrill in the aircars, no speed. You could n't feel the traction of your car speeding down a road, there was no constant threat of death from accelerating too fast down that winding cliffside road. They were dull. 
 
 As I sped down the road with forest on either side of me I could feel the wind blowing through my hair, the air rushing against my face. I could smell well-weathered leather, hot metal, oil, and the country air. I could see the sunlight on chrome and the blur of the beautiful landscape. Every nerve on my body was aware of what was going on around me. I absolutely loved Sunday. 
 
 As I turned a sharp corner at top speed a gleaming, alloy aircar shot toward me. The car was big enough to take two lanes on the roads I was driving on. At that moment I spun the car around, hearing the shrieking of my tires, to run this deadly race. My car screaming through the valley and I noticed through the rearview that another aircar joined the chase. I was straining the limits of machine and man as I tried to escape the aircars, who were no doubt going to crush me between them. I looked ahead to see a one lane bridge and laughed out loud with both fear and hope, I had a desperate plan. I pressed the pedal as hard as I possibly could, shooting across the one lane bridge. As I had hoped, the aircars could n't pass the bridge. Excitement from the chase was still tingling in my spine as I raced back to the barn to dream with my uncle by the fireside.
