a little lesson in songology

“LIFE IS ATTACKING ME!” I FAUX-complained. I picked up the magnet and free DVD coupon that had dive-bombed me from the refrigerator off the floor.
“Life is a Highway?” e said.
I leaned against the door of the fridge, realizing something.
“Does he–
Is he saying, “I wanna ride it all night long?”
“Yeah, he is.”
I thought and/or said to myself that I’d never realized that, despite having played the song in front of an audience, and therefore rehearsed it many times.
“That’s actually kind of hard to sexualize,” I said. This was a turnaround from two seconds before, when I was shocked at that phrase appearing in that song.

I explained.
“First of all,” I said to e as she sat on the red pommel horse chair, “You can’t really ‘ride’ a highway.’
“Secondly, if you were to ride a highway, you couldn’t really ‘ride’ it like you would if you were doing that sort of thing having sex with someone.”
The ice in our glasses melted, waiting for whiskey and vodka. e started to chortle.
“Thirdly, I don’t think he wants to have sex with life.”