Away
By Wil C. Fry, 2005.06.08, 22:24
Copyright © 2005 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.
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drive, drive, drive
sunset fading fast
got to get away
till my troubles pass
run away to yesterday
in my bottled brew
nighttime twinkling stars
fading pictures of you
advertised destinations
in the dust far behind
drive, drive, drive
gotta delete my mind
escape to tomorrow
in the powdered mix
tired of the torment
tired of turning tricks
sprinkle burning cash
and drive, drive, drive
can’t get lost but there’s
nowhere to arrive
haunting desert memory
aches in splattered soul
i die then come to life
smoking chaotic hole
orange and early sunrise
finds only the will alive
gritting cracking teeth and
drive, drive, drive