the day is cold and empty, and
the trees are staring down
upon as you’re driving by
beneath a blue and vacant sky
just headed back to town

the hills seem so forbidding, and
they seem to call your name
and tell you that it’s time to go
something i think that we both know
there is no one to blame

what happened, happened and we know
there’s no resetting back to “if”
for sometimes we drive safely on
and others we drive off
the cliff