A Road Still Driven

I'm driving on a road that pours into the sky... The scenery I can almost touch like paper blowing by... Your smile is there in the corner of my eye... It's your hand I feel under mine as my fingers hold a cry... My head rocks back to a chill of being alone.. With the window cracked open the air drops like stones... The rearview mirror reflects all that's not seen... A man touched by life over and over and still doesn't bleed... The clock on the dash never seems to move or trip... I squint into the past and see a soul that was bruised and stripped... And blink into today and the road I drove and walked... But always remembering the place where I sat but never talked...