Daily Drive
I drive in my car, and here I share
I speak and I wait for your reply
The seat, at my side, sits cold and bare
And I carry on as scenes go by
I ask how to fix the fault you see
No words, that I hear, of what to do
I Ask, "When will you be here with me?"
but first "When will I return to you?"
The noise from the hood, I hear each part
I rant, by myself, or just complain
But this will not please my wanting heart
Alone while I take this busy lane
I speak, least I think, the words you'd say
Midway on this road of my commute
Yet still my words fail another day
As both radio and you, on mute
I ask how to fix the fault you see
No words, that I hear, of what to do
I Ask, "When will you be here with me?"
but first "When will I return to you?"
It's not simply done to face a wait
where hours stretch to days and work lacks use
Prolonged worthlessness, my daily plate
So you, not with me, is near abuse
I hope that you're here when I traverse
though not sitting there so I can tell
So then, when I speak words I rehearse
you know I'm a man deserving hell
I ask how to fix the fault you see
No words, that I hear, of what to do
I Ask, "When will you be here with me?"
but first "When will I return to you?"
In park, engine off, I'm here again
my life passes by, with nothing new
I say, "Be with me, I don't care when."
but first "Always draw me home to you."
Copyright © Bradley Musgrave | Year Posted 2013
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