The Drive

I drive across the desert, no plans on where to go, I drive into the sun; I wish it wasn’t so, Sorrow in my mind, sorrow in my soul, This is where I drive, this is where I go. Nothing in the front of me, nothing to leave behind, Misery in the backseat, misery in my mind, The broken roads I drive, across the barren plain, Lost and lonely boy, lives with all the pain. Could there be a way, to make this trip slow down, I want this car to stop, on the darker side of town, The dust that never falls, murky is the breath, As the car begins to slow, I know this to be a death. The death of this journey, a journey to the end, The basic things taught in life, destiny’s only friend, The sun has set itself, darkness now unfolds, This was a little journey, the truth can now be told.