When I drive..
When I drive at night, No
I roll all of the windows down. When I drive at night I am flying.
I put on my favorite CD, Soring through shooting stars,
And turn up the volume And around giant moons.
To mind numbing levels. I am freed to a new world,
I don't take my foot off the gas. Of wonder and fear and carelessness.
I discard red lights and stop signs. A world in which I, only I,
I watch the lights around me Am in control.
Fly past in a brilliant streak. A world where I could end it,
I take turns without slowing, Or start it or change it,
And I pass cars over that forbidden yellow line. Or stand by and wonder at the stars.
When I drive at night, When I drive at night,
People think that I'm racing. The heavens unite with the earth.
Racing a friend, And I am the only diving line,
Racing a curfew, Between peace,
Racing the alcohol. And chaos.
Maybe I am racing something. In this crazy and troubled world,
Racing towards a promise, A midnight drive,
Or away from suffering? Is where I may find who I am,
I don't know. And who I am not.
I must have forgotten When I drive at night,
The moment I shifted into drive. I am myself.