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.
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