Windshield wipers mark the beat
as we drive along
I look at you in the drivers seat
and tune to a better song..
I want to talk I want to see what is it
that you think
the silence here is just enough to drive
a girl to drink.
The interstate with greyness stretched beyond my line of sight
just seems to take the silent time
into the edge of night..
we still have lots of miles left to say whats
not been heard.
but you just stare ahead without the slightest
hint of word
it's how it's been forever now
why would I think you'd change?
It's me that needs to readjust or maybe
rearrange....
twenty five long years I wait
for you to open up
instead you sit across from me
and sip your coffee cup.
Can you hear my thoughts or groans?
My struggle in this car?
I've just decided this will be
the last time we go far...
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