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...
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