Deep down, It’s getting hard to breathe now. I'm reaching out to touch you, but i can feel at all.

i live life street light to street light. 100 feet at the speed of light. taking this tar where i wanna go. my rubber tires harmonize. my engine screams and rolls.

nights like these are familiar. i v been here once or twice before. summer spent on the mass pike. paradise in transit. my tan more moon light than sun soak.

the soft sounds of a sleeper next to me. shotgun is out for the night. i turn the radio down as to not disturb.

memories now. not the present, but a past visit to paradise i wont get back.

driving now, the moon is cold. the night is brisk. the road is dark. i fight the urge to dream. no need to dream these days. the dreams keep you awake.

i lane change to the future. do i take the exit close to home? or do i take the longer drive back home?

"And now the road is empty.

As every promise is.
If life is pointless then point taken, say amen.
So light another candle and point my body out to sea,
Because your heart is no place for a wretch like me.

Another stranger passing.
A common dissonance.
If life is pointless then point taken, say amen.
So light another candle and point my body out to sea,
Because your side is no place for a wretch like me.

When they unearth these passages,
Will I appear to be proud?
Not if you're listening close enough.
Not if you're sounding it out"