The whir of the car motor
the only thing I hear
miles and miles fly by
The clear of the night
can't strip the smoke screen
in my heart. The rubber of tires
wears a slow path North
As I leave my heart South, South, South.
Dim light from the dash casts
a warm glow that doesn't quite reach...
I turn the radio on just to
let it play a gentle balm
The speedometer reflects
The urgency of a love gone awry
The gravel beneath the tires
leads me back home;
This time, and now, it's for me.
