Dangerous Times

It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice Living in this wilderness Where do I find the time to say I love you I don’t know why I don’t… I hesitate The touch of your hand slays me I don’t know what to say There are no easy answers In my dreams you were there and not there I don’t know where I’m going Will you drive my car We’ll go on a road trip through my dreams Maybe yours though risky too many questions It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice Living in this wilderness It is a difficult thing to tell the world You have four flat tires and your driver is drunk Frank Black Blacharczyk