Sitting in the car, it's engine purring drunkenly,
in front of the liquor store.
The ashes of a lonely man's cigarette
scatter and diminish into the night.
We're driving again.
And we'll keep driving till the music stops,
the music about God..
"God.. is watchin over you.. la la la"
Now, that's a thought..
The road signs plead for me to STOP,
but I'll just keep falling, just keep driving
until there's nothing left of me but bone.
The road seems to dissapear
too quickly to notice.
Maybe it's symbolic..
Oh well.
