Eisenhower Is The Father

Eisen[A]hower is the [B]father of the [C]interstate high[B]way [D]system
And my [A]song is just a [B]way to pay a [C]little trib[B]ute to [D]him
On that road my true love and I rode from Ohio to Pittsburgh
And our separate cars gave me the time to think of ways to try and kiss him
Our separate hearts beat out of time without someone to find the rhythm
When we held last night I thought I felt them simultaneously quicken